A/N: *Giggles* Only thing harder to follow at this point than the story is the chapter numbering.
Please keep in mind that so far things are happening pretty simultaneously. So this chapter opens with very little time elapsing since Katlin left Orion's house.
Also, points for anyone who can tell me the song Katlin's little 'speech' about her feeling for Orion comes from.
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I have nothing better to do with my life. *Thinks* Oh! Wait! That's a good thing!
Despite that I am basically stealing someone else's work and passing it off as my own, I'm not taking payment for it, and I do fully admit that everything even remotely related to Harry Potter is the work of JK 'Pfffft! I'm richer than the queen, so sod off with your opinions' Rowling and her 'one for me, none for you' publishers.
Chapter Thirteen B-1: Close Friends
Katlin returned straight to her apartment.
Despite what had happened between her and Orion that night, her mind was still going over the events of the their last meeting. She still needed time to think. To sort things out.
Merlin's Beard! What had gotten into the man!
Katlin thought she understood Orion better than she had any other man she had ever known. Maybe that was in part why they seemed to work so well. Each understood what the other wanted and there were no complications.
Now suddenly the man was talking about a 'relationship'. What was next? Marri......
A sudden knock on the door thankfully interrupted that last thought before it went any further.
Katlin opened the door to an enthusiastic hug.
"Katlin!" A young girl cried as she threw herself into Katlin's arms.
Well, maybe girl wasn't the right word. The woman was perhaps twenty-five with straight brown hair and a rather plain, but attractive face. She was dressed in a pair of muggle jeans and a plain tee-shirt. Her bright brown eyes positively danced with excitement as Katlin eased her back.
"Kristen?" She exclaimed happily. "When did you get back?"
"Just now. I haven't even been to the lair yet, Katlin. I wanted to stop here first."
Katlin gave the younger woman a slightly stern look. "Kristen, you're suppose to report first. You know better than this."
The younger woman shook off Katlin's admonishment as she stepped into the apartment. "Don't worry about it, Katlin." She said, turning back to her as Katlin shut the door after her. "Lord Voldemort will be so pleased with the information we got from this mission, he won't even bother with my being back late. Besides," She added with a mischievous grin, "I'm the best friend of his number one. How badly would he punish me?"
"As badly as he would punish his number one for breaking rules like this."
But even despite her warning, Katlin couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. That was the one word that always seemed to sum up the younger woman's whole attitude. Enthusiasm. No matter what task Voldemort assigned her to, she approached it as thought it were the most important thing in the world he could ask her to do. But enthusiasm was no replacement for experience or skills, Katlin knew all too well. And where as Kristen was gaining useful experience, Katlin sadly had to admit that Kristen didn't have very many useful skills when it came to the work she had chosen to do. Simply put, Kristen just wasn't a very good Deatheater.
To Katlin she was far too squeamish for the dirtier work and simply not skilled enough to be a fighter against the Aurors in outright attacks.
But Katlin had taken a liking to the young woman from the start. She was open and honest and, as always, enthusiastic. Katlin sometimes felt she liked being around Kristen solely to feel a little of that enthusiasm once again. Something she seemed in short supply of these days.
But as she recognized early on, enthusiasm was one thing. Skills were another. It was Katlin's liking of the younger woman that had brought her to go to Voldemort and express her concern for her by way of asking Voldemort to keep Kristen to the lighter assignments. Things that weren't too dangerous, to dirty, or that required too much information about what was going on in the lair. Katlin strived her very best to keep Kristen as separate from the reality of some of the Deatheaters activities as she could. Sometimes she felt she was trying to preserve the girl's innocence.
Other times she just didn't want to see her get killed.
"Well, then," Katlin replied with a slightly forced smile as she worked to pull herself out of her dampened mood, guiding Kristen into the apartment's small living room, "come and tell me all about your adventures this time."
"Hardly 'adventures'." Kristen laughed. "It was just gathering information."
Katlin quickly turned the girl about before letting her sit down, doing a quick appraisal. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any damage." She guessed.
"Not even a scratch." Kristen affirmed. But her happy smile suddenly sobered as she gave Katlin an equal once over appraisal. "And what's up with you?"
"Me?" Katlin asked past a puzzled stare. For the briefest second her mind had shifted back to her earlier thoughts which, despite Kristen being there, were barely below the surface.
"Yes, you 'I'm so happy I'm about to bust out all over'. Katlin, you're practically lighting up the room by yourself all of the sudden. What were you just thinking about? And I've got a hundred galleons that whatever it was, there's a man involved somehow."
Katlin paused, a small smile creeping across her face despite the turmoil the thought brought back with it as it slipped back to the forefront.
"Katlin Griss!" Kristen practically squealed with delight. "What have you been up to!?" But the younger woman's enthusiasm dampened quickly into a frown as she considered a possibility. "Oh. Wait a minute. Tell me please this isn't Treaks."
Katlin returned her frown. "Kristen, will you get off the 'Johnathan Treaks Vendetta wagon' already. What did he ever do to you?"
"He treats my best friend like she's something under his shoe."
"He's not that bad."
"No. He's all bad. And he's no where good enough for the likes of you."
"Well, Lord Voldemort thinks very differently on the matter."
"And you are not cattle to be pushed off on the best breeding stock, Katlin."
Katlin crossed her arms in front of her with an exasperated sigh. "Well, you'll be happy to know that 'no', it's not Johnathan."
Kristen let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Thank magic." Her earlier enthusiasm came back like a burst of light from a wand tip. "Well, come on then. Out with it. Who put that smile on your face?"
Katlin did her best to push the smile off her lips. But it stubbornly refused. "What smile?" She asked innocently.
Kristen stared back at her. "Don't even TRY to lie about it." She stated firmly. "You can't even suppress that smile. Sooooooo," she asked quickly bouncing about her best friend, "what's his name? Where is he from? Does he have a younger brother?"
Katlin suddenly reached out and grabbed the younger woman by the shirt and pulled it roughly to her until they were face to face. "Kristen Banks, you have to swear....swear.....that if I tell you, you will never tell a soul."
The whole display not only didn't dampen Kristen's enthusiasm. It increased it until the girl could barely contain herself.
"Katlin, I SWEAR!!! As a Deatheater. I will never breathe a word to a soul. Now tell me. Who is it? Who are you seeing?"
Katlin slowly let her fingers release Kristen's shirt as she studied her face for a moment. Then, satisfied the girl seemed sincere, very quietly whispered, "Orion Black."
Kristen's wild eyed enthusiasm disappeared behind a mask of utter shock and disbelief. For a full minute she stood stone still staring at her best friend. "Orion Black?" She finally said in a barely audible voice. "Orion Black....the Unspeakable?"
Katlin nodded.
"You're dating....an Auror?"
Katlin quickly held up a finger. "I would be very careful about the 'd' word. It's hardly that."
"Then it's what?"
"It's......a physical thing." Katlin replied carefully.
"Sex." Kristen quickly supplied.
"Well, more or less, yes."
"Katlin," Kristen thought through the information again, "that man.....he's an Auror."
Katlin frowned at her. "What's your point?"
"Katlin!" Kristen practically yelled at her. "You are a Deatheater. An Elite, no less. The man is a high ranking Unspeakable Auror. How did that happen!?"
"I told you." Katlin defended. "It's just....a physical thing. It's not like we have a....relationship."
"Really? Well, that smile all over your lips says.....'Look at me and my happy relationship!'"
"Then try listening to my words instead."
"I am. And quite frankly, I've never heard you sound so unsure of anything in my life."
"Pardon?"
"Katlin, I've heard you talk about the men you....see. Be it personally, or on a mission. You talk about them like they're....just objects. Half the time I wonder if you really even know what they look like or they're just something you do with your time. But this one! Katlin, this is the first time you've ever wanted to keep one secret."
"Kristen, he's an Auror. Of course I don't want it published in the Daily Prophet."
"Well, if you ask me, you still sound like a woman who is trying desperately to talk yourself into something while your emotions are fighting you every inch of the way."
Katlin crossed her arms in front of her again. "Spell it out, girl." She stated firmly.
"All right." Kristen replied just as resolutely. "I don't think this is anymore 'just a physical thing' with this Auror than I'm Lord Voldemort. I think you're in love with the man."
"Ha!"
"Deny it all you want, Katlin."
"And I will."
"And I'm just telling you what I see."
"Then you're blind."
"Or maybe you are. And you just needed someone who could see 'you' and tell you what they saw. And I'm telling you, Katlin Griss, I see a woman very much in love."
"And I see a crazy woman standing in front of me."
"Fine. But I'm still pretty darned sure that 'a physical thing' didn't put that smile all over your face."
Katlin gave her a half-hearted derisive snort of laughter.
Kristen went back to studying her friend for a moment. "Does he love you?" She asked finally.
Katlin fell abruptly silent at the question.
"Does he?" Kristen repeated the question.
Katlin remained silent, her mind running back over the events earlier in the evening.
"Never mind." Kristen waved off the question. "That answers it for me."
Katlin's attention snapped back to her friend. "What are you talking about?"
"He told you he loves you, hasn't he?"
"Kristen, every man tells me he loves me. That proves nothing."
Kristen reached out and slipped her finger under the slim, silver chain around Katlin's neck, gently pulling out the small pendent that hung from it.
"Does 'every' man buy you presents like this?"
Katlin tried putting on her best indifferent expression. "What makes you think this is from him?" She asked, stuffing the pendent protectively back under her shirt.
"Because you could never afford something like that and Treaks would no more buy you a present like that if you begged him. But that little item virtually screams that it came from your Auror."
Katlin shrugged. "The man is rich, Kristen. He can afford to buy me presents. So what?"
"You never take it off." Kristen observed. "I can always see a little of the chain around your neck."
"I like it. Why should I take it off?"
Kristen shrugged. "Fine. But just remember," she added, "'it's not just a river in Egypt'."
Katlin stood for a few moments lost in her own thoughts. So she liked the pendent? What did that prove? What was the point of anything Orion had said to her that night. What had it really proved? What was it going to accomplish for them if she agreed? Why couldn't things just stay the same? Uncomplicated.
"Kristen," Katlin finally said slowly, staring intently at the brown sofa next to her as she worked through her thoughts, "what if he said that he loves me? What does that prove?"
"Oh, I don't know." Kristen replied, studying the ceiling for a moment before abruptly turning back to Katlin. "That he loves you?"
"Because he said it?"
"All right. Point for your side." Kristen agreed. "Then try this instead. How does he treat you? Does he order you about? Berate you in front of the others? Tell you when he wants to see you?"
Katlin gave her a sheepish little smile.
"Never mind." Kristen sighed. "So, the man tells you he loves you, buys you expensive gifts, and treats you like gold. Aside from the fact that he's an Auror, what's the problem?"
Katlin fell onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. "Oh, that's not even really a problem anymore, Kristen." She admitted. "We worked out the politics a long time ago."
"Really?"
"We don't talk about 'business' when we're together. That part of each of us doesn't exist then."
"That easy?"
"That easy."
"All right then, what is the problem? Because it seems to me that something has got you questioning everything in this relationship."
Katlin looked up at the word. "That's it really, Kristen."
"What?"
"That word." Katlin answered as her friend joined her on the couch. "'Relationship'. Orion told me the other night that he feels that what we have together is....empty. That as far as he's concerned I could be just any 'body'."
"And he's not happy with that."
"Not anymore." Katlin replied, staring at her hands as she folded them in her lap. "He says he wants more. He wants to get to know me. For us to have....a relationship."
"Sounds to me like the man is getting very serious about you, Katlin."
Katlin got abruptly to her feet and walked over to the window. She stared out at the night for several moments before saying anything.
"But that's just it, Kristen." She said. "Why? What's the purpose in getting to 'know me'? What will it accomplish for us?"
Kristen joined her at the window. "Katlin, that is what people in love do."
"But don't you understand, Kristen?" Katlin replied, her distress as evident in her voice as her expression. "I don't want him to get to know me."
"Why not?" Kristen asked in disbelief.
Katlin turned to the floor with a slight shake of her head. "When I started into this....relationship with Orion, Kristen, I never thought once where it might be leading. How complicated it could get for the both of us. How very dangerous it could be. And I don't think I would have cared. I....enjoyed it. And so I just let it happen. Now, he wants to get to know me. To really know me. Then, one of these days, and I doubt it'll be long, he'll know more about me than he should. No more surprises. Nothing more to learn from the look in my eyes. From the sound in my voice. It'll all become repetitive to him. Just like I will. Time isn't my friend, Kristen." She said softly. "And one day this will end."
Kristen reached out and held the small pendent up between her fingers for Katlin to see. "Katlin, the man loves you."
"He's infatuated."
"He's in love."
Katlin quickly shook off her mood as she turned back to her friend. "And tomorrow maybe he won't be." She stated decisively, protectively snatching her pendent back.
"And maybe tomorrow the world will end." Kristen countered in the same tone. "The point is, Katlin, you don't know."
"But I do know." Katlin replied, her voice lowering to almost a whisper. "I've been through this too many times before."
"And there is no way this time things will be different?"
Katlin stared back at her.
"Have they been the same so far?" Kristen asked softly.
Katlin paused, then slowly shook her head.
"Katlin," Kristen offered, "maybe, just maybe, this is the one you should give a chance. Maybe the last one that should work, is the one that will."
Katlin managed a small smile for her friend. "Maybe."
Q&A
Semmel: O.K., Roll, give me a break. You're first.
And ummmmm...., I did mention that the reviews cut off 08022003. And 'somebody' put their review up 08032003. Sorry, Dear. No amount of yelling or screaming will work this time. I didn't 'technically' miss you, after all.
Actually, you are sort of off. Does Charly know who the woman is? No. Does he know she's a Deatheater. Now THERE'S an interesting question, folks. Keep reading and give me your opinions. I would very much like to hear them as well as the reasons behind why you think he does or doesn't know.
In part yes, Charly does see his late night pub crawlings with his best friend going by the way-side and he is none to happy about it.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Thank you! There is my little 'Who is Treaks?' question. I mentioned last time I was somewhat surprised no one ask that. Didn't give me any leeway to explain him a bit better. But bless you! There's my question.
And here's your answer. Johnathan Treaks is a Deatheater. More so, he's an Elite, as is Katlin. What's his whole part in this? Oh, he's got quite a bit to do in this story. You might recall he first showed up in Chapter Three. And the relationship between him and Katlin was quite......tense. Why? Well, Treaks is about as close to Katlin in status as he can get. The problem is, he can't surpass her because of her relationship with Voldemort (Daddy's little girl and all). However, leave it to a snake to find a way around that. A point that was touched on in this chapter. Past that, form your own opinions about the man. He has his own reasons for what he's doing and they will eventually come to light.
So, no apology necessary, Dear. I enjoyed the question.
Yes, Charly is a muggle. Yes, he is working with a Deatheater. Is he happy about it? Does he seem that way?
I'm getting to the explanation! I swear!
nessie6: Heeheehee. Another victim of the Fanfiction.net numbering system, Dear?
Honestly, though, was it really such a popular name that there were 6 of you?
Why seven?
The next few chapters are quite short. But I will be posting them as fast as I can to try and make up for that.
Actually Dear, we're just referring to the whole unfortunate episode around here as the 'incident'. Everyone pretty much knows what you're referring to now with that one.
An artist! I am so jealous. PAR can barely draw a straight line. So, are you up anywhere we can see the art?
That'll tell 'em, Dear. Refuse to be a number. Just give 'em a couple of fingers and tell 'em to sod off!
UnrepentantReader: I hate to be dense, but Dear, I need that WHOLE first line explained to me. I lost something in the translation, I guess. (It's late and PAR is tired.)
Actually, with the Nimbus review, I was being nice.
Yes, Heidi Tandy may be a lawyer, Dear, but apparently Warner Brothers hired guns chewed the poor child up and spit her out.
No, no, Dear, I was not the bidder for THE banner. I was the bidder for all FOUR banners. Yes indeed, the ONLY complete set.
Ohhhhhhhh! People are talking about me? How very nice. I can imagine there was a lot of whining. PAR had a credit card and a bank account and she was not going to be out-bid. And actually, there was a great deal of story behind the infamous 'banner bid-off' than people know.
I really can imagine Rowling trolling the fan sites, reading over the stories, then tailor making them so that she sidesteps everyones guesses. Sorry to say, but 'pretty smart if you ask me'. However, as cute of an idea as it would be if she were doing it, she is seeming to be getting to the point even she doesn't know where her story is going anymore. But as I said last time, if the woman pulls this story around, makes it an actually enjoyable read again, and vindicates her 'It had to happen, I swear' line she keeps reading off like a cue card script, I will be the first person in line to apologize for criticizing her. Otherwise........Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft!
Yes, Dear, I am on FictionAlley....., such as it is. It took me eleven months to get just the first two chapters up, and it looks like it might take another eleven to get the next two up. And before anyone goes running off to FictionAlley thinking you're getting a new PAR story there, No, Dears. It's a re-posting of Family Life. Fanfiction.Net currently is the only site that sees my original (?) work.
Shocked and stunned? I don't do that to someone very often. *Goes off to bask in happy, warm feeling.*
I'm glad you like the twists and turns, by the way. Keeps the story interesting.
werepup: What am I up to? Wouldn't you like to know. (Heeheehee.)
All right! I admit it. I have a ticket to sail on the SS/RL ship!
I agree. I think in this series that silver would affect a werewolf as it does in most stories. But she hasn't actually 'said' it yet.
I have no idea why, but everytime that song comes on I see Charly. Just like I can see Orion everytime 'The Logical Song' come on by Supertramp. Katlin? Pat Benetar with 'Love is a Battlefield'. The song speaks very well of her inner feelings about things and the whole situation in general.
skahducky: It would be good if he lighten up, Dear. Not doubt about it. But according to the way Rowling talks about the up coming books, it just doesn't seem very likely.
whitemudfounder: O.K., purely out of curiosity, Dear, what's with the name?
Sunburnt? Someone have a little too much fun at the beach without Mr. Sunblock?
The 'master' in the north has indeed only been mentioned a few times. Reason for that? You're pretty much seeing things from the characters point of view on this one. They don't know much more about him than you will at any given point.
Charly hasn't necessarily 'joined' the master. But he has a vested interest in working for him.
Treaks reasons are his own right now. But they currently follow along the same lines as Charly's for now due to the fact Treaks also has no idea who Orion is seeing. Once he learns, his motives shift considerably.
North as in 'Scotland', Dear.
Having read over the last chapter myself once more, I'll agree you might have missed that point. Once I tell you, go back and read the first part again. It is in there. Charly wasn't 'attacked' at all. He was punished by the new wizard he is working with because the plan he had for breaking Orion and the woman he is seeing up failed so completely.
Let me get this straight. First, they have Severitus's Challenge, which I have heard of. But then they turn it into a SS/HP? *Shakes head.* A new low for Fanfiction. *Sigh*
I will forever stand up and shout from the rooftops that this woman could not write an honest scene filled with emotion if she was copying it out of Writing Emotional Scenes.....For Beginners. Something! Anything! I'm downright desperate at this point. I mean, let's face facts. What stories are the most read on Fanfiction sites? The ones with good character developement in as much as they make the characters more intersting. And what make a good character? One you can get to know on more than a superficial level. And what helps us get past that superficial level? Being able to connect with those characters through their emotions. Folks, it's basic writing 101. Readers love emotional characters. I have two stories out right now that I think are without a doubt my best ones. One is Family Life simply because it's one of the best structured stories I have out there right now, and Fever, which is just chocked full of emotions. Currently, Fever is beating Family Life for hits 3-1. Hmmmmm, wonder why? Fever is also my currently most read story. (Man, who can resist a good cuddly scene?)
To the movie. *Sighs* First off, The new director, whatz'isname? This concept he has of showing the actors in the scenes running about in muggle street cloths. Wrong!
Next. Gary Oldman as Sirius Black. Wrong!
Next Whatz'isname as Lupin. Wrong!
Next. Gary Oldman as Sirius Black. Wrong!!
Next. Not releasing it in November. Wrong!
Next. Gary Oldman as Sirius Black. Wrong!!! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! It couldn't be more wrong if it tried. What were you thinking? What were you trying to do!? See how utterly wrong you could make this!? It's WRONG! Do you hear me!!! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong............!
*Clams down with a shot from the nice men in white coats.* Other than that I think it will be fine.
Sailor Sol: To start off with, let me settle your nerves, Dear. Charly is not a Deatheater. Never was. Likely never will be.
And good point. Yes indeed, if Charly was a Deatheater, Katlin would know about him.
Now, don't you feel bad for scolding poor Charly?
Hmmmmm, I kind of like that line you had between Charly and Orion. *PAR tucks line away for future use with note to give credit to Sailor Sol.*
Silverfox: Oh dear! Someone's got issues with Fanfiction.Net. (I understand there's a club forming for that.)
Oh, don't worry about the late part, Dear. PAR understands busy weeks better than you know.
Charly isn't very likeable right now? *Has flashbacks to story with Aaron Richards.* Need I say more?
You're going to have a very deep peak into Deatheater politics before this is through.
Oh......, pfffffffffffffft!!!! Here! *Throws Silverfox a goldstar.* (*) Have it then! You found one of my most blatant plotholes in this story. Thought I was safe. Was sure it was too far along for anyone to remember. But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You HAD to bring it up!
*Sigh* All right, folks, its like this. Silverfox has a really good point that I missed in the first part of the story and covered in a later chapter. If Katlin is so well known, why would every Auror supposedly know her on sight, but in the beginning, Orion had to ask her her name? (Charly has yet to see her, so he has an excuse.) The point of the matter is this (and does come up in a few more chapters, so if I don't mention it here you may miss it), Katlin has the ability to change her appearance at will. In OotP, Rowling gave this very same ability to one of the characters, though I can't recall right now who. And she gave it a name (again, memory fails me at the moment). So, why doesn't Orion know her and everyone else seems to? Because no one really knows 'exactly' what the woman looks like. Her real appearance is rarely ever seen. And the reason her real appearance isn't well known is because she rarely goes out 'as herself'. Therefore, even if an Unspeakable did know what she looks like, she could walk right past them and they would never know it. Basically what you have here is 'name recognition', and nothing more.
And I'd like to thank each and every one of you in advance who jump all over me in an upcoming chapter that blasts this theory to pieces based on one of its scenes. Thank you. Thank you so very much.
sweets: Either-or? You optimist you!
Too true, Dear. Don't piss off PAR.
Hope you like your presents, by the way. Should be getting there soon.
Ohhhhh, I hope you got the job, Dear. You've been looking for so long. And House Of Mouse isn't too bad a place to work. Depending on what you are doing.
Ohhhhhh yes, Dear. I agree about the cloths thing. I think they all look very cute in their little muggle cloths and all, but if I want to see a bunch of generally fashionably dressed teenagers, once again, I will head for my local mall, where they all seem to hang out in the summer months.
Von: Poor Von. Dear, you are a bit confused.
Let me try to sort this out for you. (Though it's bound to be a bit tough because even I'm a little lost where you came up with all this.)
O.K., first off, Enemies is not a sequel to The Bonds That Tie. The sequel to that story is one called Tried And Convicted. Enemies is an independent story with no connection currently to anything.
Next, the incidents you are speaking of (if I'm getting this right) are parts of previews I put at the end of certain chapters for the sequel to Family Life, called Family Relations. There were three of them, titled Meetings, Part One, Meetings Part Two, and (conveniently enough) Meetings Part Three.
Does that help at all, Dear?
Sorry you felt the story was a waste of time. I thought it was moving along quite nicely.
I do apologize for the confusion though, and the disappointment. But, have I written a continuation to that moment. Oh yes. As I said, those three chapters were previews to the whole story, which will likely run as long as Family Life, if not longer. Though I strive to keep my stories below 50 chapters. But first a few other stories have to post first so that one will make more sense. Enemies being one of them.
Oh, and yes, Dear, I am the original writer.
And I agree, I think what Rowling has done to the poor child is almost as bad as anything I've seen done to him in Fanfiction stories.
A Dog's Day
jessicablack: Thank you, Dear. I'm glad you enjoyed it. But sorry, no sequel.
WallyTheWhale: Yes, this took place during Family Life. And I'm very glad you enjoyed the story and took the time to read it. Thank you.
Family Life
shayomac: Actually, I have several other stories out, as well as the sequel in the works to this story.
All reviews are as of 08082003. If I missed you.........oh well. Life is hard. (I mean, people, if you don't what to do by now.........honestly!)
Four little tigers, sitting in a tree,
One became a rich man's rug, now there's only three.
Three little tigers, wondering what to do,
One became a fashion coat, now there's only two.
Two little tigers, sitting in the sun,
One became hunter's trophy, now there's only one.
One little tiger, and the hunter's shot was bad,
So he got the hunter first,
Aren't you kinda glad.