Title: "A Tiger Too Many"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG for violence
Summary: Tigger encounters Shere Khan.
Warnings: None
Request: This is for Blue Paratroopa, who requested a fic wherein Tigger and Shere Khan meet
Disclaimer: Shere Khan is © & TM Disney, not the author, and is used without permission. Tigger is © & TM A. A. Milne and Disney, neither of which is the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

He arched an eyebrow at the creature before him, who bounced repeatedly up and down and chimed at the top of his lungs some silly song about bouncing being what Tiggers do best. Shere Khan's eyes narrowed, and his furry, upper lip curled backwards in disgust. "It is tiger, not 'tigger', you fool," he growled low in his throat, one striped paw's claws unsheathing and glistening in the sunlight, "and very few of us bounce, although I must confess a certain curiosity as to how far your head, were it detached from your body, would bounce."

Tigger paled and ceased his bouncing as he stared at the four-legged tiger in front of him. "It is Tiggers," he dared to counter. "I am not a tiger. I'm stuffed. I'm a Tigger, and bouncing is," he began to sing and bounce in place, forgetting himself and the danger he was in, "what Tiggers do best!"

Shere Khan's tail whipped through the air like a rattlesnake. He would not be sharing the parade honoring tigers with this buffoon, he swore silently. His claws struck out, and Tigger's head went rolling. It bounced along the pathway before coming to an abrupt halt at the base of a tree. His body fell backwards, stuffing swirling up into the air.

"No blood?" Shere Khan sheathed his claws with a slight pout. "Pity." He turned and stalked along on his way to the float he had been supposed to share with the one who he had just done the world a service by dispatching.

Left alone, where none could see, Tigger's body picked itself up. It crawled on elbows and knees, patting the ground. "Oh, hurry up!" the mouth called. "Christopher Robin will have to sew fast this time if we're to make that parade!"

The End