It all began one early morning when an unidentified object appeared above the horizon of the Blobanian Rainforest.
It appeared small in the distance, yet as it came closer, it loomed in size. It was giant, perhaps the size of one of the dragons living in the area. However, if one looked at it closely, they would notice that this giant object is actually shrinking. Growing smaller by the moment like a deflating balloon.
In fact, that is precisely what it was – a giant hot balloon that travelled all the way here from the golden lands of Saudi Arabia.
The Blobanian towns people pointed and chatted about this strange object, most of them hardly seen anything that's not potatoes or rice puddings or anything that isn't on constant display in their little houses or rotting away in a corner.
However, the excitement soon waned and faded as the big balloon sank into the midst of the trees and out of their line of view. These absolutely normal townsfolk went back to their absolutely normal daily lives as though nothing had happened just like they do everyday.
Now, it is time for the creatures big and small in the Blobanian Rainforest to gawk.
Little squirrels and rabbits hopped to the scene to see what strange object had made that sudden great rustle of branches. Of course, what they saw what not a giant balloon. In fact, to their little eyes and being at ground level, all they can see was a giant basket sitting there quietly on the forest floor.
The little curious things were setting out from all nearby plants to take a closer look at this strange thing when a giant (to their small eyes) black striped orange head revealed itself from the vicinity of the basket. All little creatures froze in mid-run in surprise. The orange head then opened its wide mouth and revealed all of its sharp, pointy teeth.
SCREEEEEEEEEECH!
All the little creatures turned ashen white and ran as fast as their little legs could carry them in the opposite direction.
The tiger closed his wide red mouth as he finished yawning and shook his head cattishly as he sneezed. He was sure that he had smelt the scent of food nearby when he woke – that was the reason why he bothered to in the first place anyway.
Rashid the tiger put its front paws on the rim of the basket and pointed its nose in the air. He sniffed.
Another great feline in the vicinity.
Danger.
Looking at the still sleeping boy in the basket, Rashid twitched its tail worriedly. The cat will have to go for him to be sure of Master Quatre's safety.
Growling warningly into the air, and little rustles of leaves and branches sounded all around him. it seems that all the little remaining hopelessly curious creatures had just ran from their hidings.
Rashid sniffed the air warily. The danger is still there. Closer
There!
Rashid leapt from the basket and pounced upon the intruder.
RRRRGHHH! It was a panther, roughly the same size as the tiger. It snarled and swung its great paw towards Rashid, which he dogged with all the grace of a great Asian feline.
The two cats were so engrossed in their fight that they did not notice the presence of another intruder.
This intruder hid himself in the cluster of bushes closest to the basket. He had followed the trail of the black puma the entire night before. And now, his prey was in sight, engaged in a fight with – is that an Asian tiger?
Now, the strange basket here. He straightened the gun upon his shoulder and peered into the contents within.
Hmmm, interesting. Tea pots, packets of food ration, a Persian rug, and a bundle of blanket, probably a Persian rug as well.
No wait, is that tufts of hair he saw?
The hunter walked around the basket quietly and changed his angle of perspective.
A little golden-headed thing! He looks to be still fast asleep.
The little face looked so peaceful in sleep, he looks to be only a boy of ten or eleven years.
Oh no, he's in danger! The hunter thought. I have to get rid of thses dangerous creatures.
The young hunter aimed his gun at the black puma. BANG. It lies unmoving on the ground.
The tiger was startled, but soon sprang into action. He dived into the bushes and located the hunter.
Rrrgh, he's so close to Quatre-sama! I have to protect him. The tiger Rashid told himself.
The hunter is listening carefully at the sounds in the bushes. He knew the tiger would spring from there any moment now.
'Rrrgh!" The tiger jumped out from behind him. The hunter twisted his body instantaneously so he would not fall under the mercy of the heavy paw. He tried to aim the gun at the tiger but they were too close! The tiger easily smashed the gun from his hands with a giant paw.
The tiger roared again and the hunter took out his army knife.
Meanwhile, a groggy head emerged from the basket. It looked around blindly, taking in the fight scene like a sleepwalker.
The blond-headed boy climbed out of the basket and went into the nearby bush searching for water.
A knife flew past a couple feet from him. He didn't even seem to notice that either.
Quatre feel himself waken a little as the first fallen bloom hit him on the head. He blinked several times and found himself amongst strange trees.
"Huh? Where am I?" Quatre felt around a little and his toes touched something soft. It kind of reminded him of his Persian rugs. Quatre felt sleepy again and he curled up into a little ball upon the new found 'carpet' and fell into a nap again.
However, the fight between the tiger and the hunter still goes on. By now, the empty fisted fight was tiring both very able competitors down.
The very tired tiger managed to drag himself up to the rim of the basket to check upon his young master. He was greeted with the shocking sight of emptiness.
Terrified with worry and rejuvenated by purpose, the tiger leapt into the woods and began his search.
The hunger watched the tiger sprang into action, and hating losing, followed the tiger in its sprint.
They found the boy sleeping soundly, snuggling with a great white dragon under an oak tree.