"Great King, Great King, don't you weep, the road ahead is brighter!"
"Great King, Great King, don't be sad, tomorrow will shine even brighter!"
"Great King, farewell! We little ones of Might Tiger Mountain will miss you!"
"Honk honk! For the Great King, we present! The Dance of the Mountain!"
"Great King, pick some fruit. If you get thirsty, hungry, or sleepy on the road, eat a couple of Might Tiger Mountain's wild fruits."
Before the caves of Might Tiger Mountain, black-winged bats hung upside down from the treetops, swaying as they sang at the tops of their lungs. Tusked wild boars galloped about with raised hooves, rolling in mud pits, snouts rooting as their tails flung mud everywhere.
A hedgehog rolled over like a donkey, stuck up its buttocks, and offered up a spiny wild fruit.
The place was a noisy uproar.
The Golden Haired Tiger, carrying a bundle on his back, drooped his ears, his heart growing ever more sorrowful.
He had been living perfectly well at home. Under his diligent rule, Might Tiger Mountain had flourished day by day. Yet before his buttocks had even warmed his stone throne today, his mother had suddenly summoned him out to serve the Ninth Buddha hand and foot.
After this journey, who knew when he would be able to return?
Boom! The mud pit exploded. A wild boar rolled straight into a tree, its tusks embedded in the trunk as it reeled about in a daze.
The bats shut up, and the hedgehog curled into a ball.
The mountain forest fell silent.
The White Tiger lowered her long tail, her tiger eyes stern.
"A Fu, A Zhu, A Ci, since you three are so reluctant to part with him, accompany Tiger on this journey. You can keep each other company."