Disclaimer: I do not ownCalvin and Hobbes
"So long Pop! I'm off to check my tiger trap! I rigged a tuna fish sandwich yesterday, so I'm sure to have a tiger by now!"
"They like tuna fish, huh?"
"Tigers will do anything for a tuna fish sandwich!"
"Yeah, they're kind of stupid that way."
My son Calvin went off to check his tiger trap as I finished washing my car.
Later, when I was doing some paperwork, Calvin came up to me again.
"Hey Dad, what do I do with a tiger once I've caught one?"
"I don't know Calvin, stuff it! Can't you see I'm busy?"
I didn't mean to snap at him, I love him, but I had been working on that paperwork for several hours, and I wasn't making any headway on it.
After another half hour, I decided to give up on the paperwork for the night. As I walked through the house, I saw Calvin playing with a very familiar stuffed tiger.
"Hey, Calvin, where did you get that tiger?"
"I caught it in my tiger trap! He's called Hobbes!"
"Right, your tiger trap."
"Honey, can I talk to you for a second?" my wife said pulling me into the hall.
"Where'd he get that tiger?"
"I'm sorry dear, he found it in a box of your old stuff. But please let him keep it. I know it's old, but he really loves that thing."
"Don't worry, I won't. I just didn't expect to see him today."
"Okay, good. Dinner's going to be ready in about thirty minutes."
"Okay honey."
I walked up to the attic, and saw the box of my old toys Calvin had gotten the tiger from.
"Hey guys, long time no see. Sorry I haven't visited in a while."
"Why hello there Christopher Robin. How's Tigger?
Disclaimer 2: I also don't own Winnie the Pooh
Author's note:I read this theory somewhere that Hobbes was Tigger, and i just had to write a fic about it. Hope you all like it!