<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Tigers on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/tigers/</link><description>Recent content in Tigers on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 11:46:30 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/tags/tigers/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>It All Began with Drip Drip</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/it-all-began-with-drip-drip/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 1999 20:45:12 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/it-all-began-with-drip-drip/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A tiger was caught in a storm, he had wandered into the fields looking for something to eat. He huddled close to the wall of Naini’s hut for shelter. Naini was an ill-tempered old woman who lived on the outskirts of the village. She was feeling especially ill-tempered that day, because her roof leaked badly.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
		
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;This drip-drip!&amp;rdquo; she muttered, pushing her tin trunks and bed from place to place to keep them dry. &amp;ldquo;Is there no escape?&amp;rdquo; She slammed the bed against a trunk, picked up a small wooden box and shoved it against the wall. The wall shook.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tiger and the Dried Persimmons</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-tiger-and-the-dried-persimmons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2000 10:05:50 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-tiger-and-the-dried-persimmons/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There was once a small and sleepy village, surrounded by mountains on all sides.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A tiger lived on the mountain behind the village. Whenever he climbed to the top of the mountain and roared, the people in the village trembled with fright.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a winter night, when all the world seemed to be covered with snow, the tiger climbed down. He had not eaten for several days and was very, very, very hungry.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	
	
	
	

	
		
		
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&lt;p&gt;As he was desperately looking for food, he came near the window of a house. A lamp was flickering inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stripes Tiger and the Boy</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/stripes-tiger-and-the-boy/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2001 09:43:29 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/stripes-tiger-and-the-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Once upon a time… Stories start like that don&amp;rsquo;t they? Our story, too, starts like that as my grandma didn&amp;rsquo;t know when it happened.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Rahul in a village. One day, he was walking down a path when he came upon a large tiger trapped in a wooden cage. The villagers had caught him for stealing lambs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey mister!&amp;rdquo; cried the tiger as soon as he saw Rahul, &amp;ldquo;I am so thirsty. Please open the cage so I can get a little drink. There is no water here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Priest, the Tiger and the Jackal</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-priest-the-tiger-and-the-jackal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:59:25 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-priest-the-tiger-and-the-jackal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One day a priest was walking along a country road when he came upon a tiger, shut up in a strong iron cage. The villagers had caught him and shut him up there because he had started preying on their fowl and cattle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As soon as the tiger saw the priest, he pleaded, &amp;ldquo;Oh, Brother Brahmin, please let me out to get a little drink! I am so thirsty, and there is no water here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>