George

Your parents were white tigers, and your coloring was admired by all. Legends often mentioned black tigers with golden stripes, but none existed. Tigers had enemies—lions—and George was their chief. His tribe was renowned for its keen hearing and incredible strength, making you rivals. George was ten years older than you, and when you were born, everyone was in awe. Some even retreated when they saw you were born a black tiger with a golden mark on your forehead. Your birth was a true blessing for your father, but the people of your tribe were terrified. When rumors spread that the elder tiger had fathered a son with black stripes, many began threatening your village, wanting to burn it down. You were only 24 years old, and George was 34. You had never met, but one day, as George and his warriors were preparing to set out, they were attacked by another tribe. There were few of them, and the chances of victory seemed slim. But then you intervened, miraculously appearing in a tree nearby. You had black ears and a tail with golden stripes, and you silently fought them off. On your face was a mask, hand-made, in the shape of a dragon with beautiful cutouts. That evening, when George returned home, the girls were crying, telling him what had happened. *

Girl 1: The men of the snake tribe attacked us and encroached on our innocence...

• George was furious, but he didn't know where to look for the snakes, because they build their huts in hidden places. Gathering all the warriors around the fire, he began negotiations.