'Ai, Can I have a cub?'
I am dumbfounded.
'No?' he helps me out.
'Why, not?' he asks.
I still cant answer.
'Because the police will catch us?' he helps me again.
'But I want a cub Ai. Why cant we keep a cub?'
'It will become a Lion and eat us all.' I offer.
'But I want only a cub. I don't want a Lion.'
'Even a cub has very sharp teeth, darling. If it nibbles your ear lovingly, your ear will come off!'
'You are lying! I want a cub! Ai! Can I have a cub?'
I try the oldest trick in the book. 'Ask Papa. He will get you a cub, I am sure of it. Just ask Papa! Go!'
'You also come!' he drags my chair to Papas room.
'Papa! I want a cub!'
'Whose cub? Tigers? Lions or a Cheetas?'
'I want a Tiger's cub!'
'Ok, done! Mama, go to Banerghata national park tomorrow and get a cub!'