The old hunter urged him, "Little fellow, if you want to look, hurry and look. By my reckoning, there's still more than half a shichen before the tiger returns to its den. When the time comes, I'll have to take this tiger cub back to the tiger's lair."
"Alright, Grandpa, put the tiger down and let me have a good look!" Wang Zhengfei made up his mind. "I want to paint a picture of a tiger!"
"Good, good! Child, if you keep this up, you'll surely become Pingxi City's great painter someday!" Hearing this, the old hunter finally relaxed. He set the tiger cub down, then sat to one side and began smoking his tobacco pipe.
The tiger cub was much bigger than a cat, though still smaller than a dog. It was fluffy and adorable. Wang Zhengfei played with it for a while, then took out a charcoal pencil and began drawing. The cub circled around him, while the old hunter watched from the side with a smile.
Wang Zhengfei's skill at painting truly was exceptional. In only a short while, he had finished. Yet on that rough paper, the tiger cub's endearing, guileless manner leapt vividly from the page. Where was the imposing bearing of a fully grown ferocious tiger?
Looking at the tiger painting, Wang Zhengfei felt like crying.
"Child, isn't it painted very well?" The old hunter did not know the reason and asked with a smile, "Why are you unhappy?"
Wang Zhengfei bit his lip, his little face dark as the shadows after dusk. Then he cautiously asked the old hunter, "Grandpa, could you tell me where the tiger's den is? I really only want to take a look..."
Before Wang Zhengfei could finish, the old hunter's expression changed slightly. He rose to his feet