Rodger White is a handsome white man with pale complexion, average height, short brown hair, clean shaven with a full brown mustache across his upper lip, large stature with a fat abdomen. Rodger is wearing a suit and tie at a Cogsville University symposium. In auditorium seating the front row has a group of individuals wearing suits watching Rodger talk. Rodger is hosting candidacy with a talk on stage in support of his latest discovery. Rodger is currently giving a presentation on stage. “I explore land in bogs,” says Rodger.

On stage of the auditorium Rodger White is speaking.

Rodger: Bogs are natural environments where peat topography is located. Bogs are natural. Bogs are a source of values in natural science.

Rodger sets a stand into view with maps he has of bogs. Rodger places his set up with files Rodger has in his hands he puts on the table next to him. The presentation continues with Rodger on topic.

Rodger: I have here, maps, figures, charts of scientific collections from my expedition into bogs.

Rodger holds up a file of articles in his hand. Rodger puts the file of articles down on the table next to him. Behind Rodger set into a display frame is a geographic coordinate map showing the location of boglands. Rodger points to the map he has on display. “I have gone on expeditions into bogs discovering values of nature,” says Rodger pointing to the map he has set into the display frame. The presentations continues with Rodger talking on stage.

Rodger: A natural environment is a source of clear water, clean wind, land available, space in stars, with access to natural animals, plants, minerals. The discovery of natural environments share a use with available land value. Natural lands are rising in value. Stability provided by ecologic security protects land values. Bogs are the most ecologically secure natural environments in the world. Bogs are a title of land securing standard values with ecological productivity of natural environments.

“By examining natural environments for the topography of peat, I will discover new bogs,” Rodger says, delivering his final approach then the presentation takes pause to allow the guests leave, while Rodger packs up his things.

Cogsville University is holding talks with candidates establishing critical discovery. Candidates range from topics the university serves advisory boards, among the best schools in Illinois, and The United States. Cogsville University is a large college with a fair grounds in the center of campus. Rodger walks along on the path through the fair grounds towards a conference center on a sunny afternoon. The university is presently bustling with activity. At a gathering for lunch, plates of deli sandwiches are being served in a large room for the universities guests, professors, and potential investors.

Rodger has a glass of fruit punch holding a plate in his hand standing by himself. Rodger sees some of the counselors who he was giving his presentation to, elder men talking amongst themselves, discussing what they are interested in. Rodger puts his plate down on the table next to him. “Rodger White,” says a white woman wearing a blue dress suit approaching Rodger. She is average height and size, pretty face, with long light brown hair tied with a knot the back.

Rodger: Hello.

Magdala: My name is Magdala, I am with a Russian organization who is trying to protect the nature of Russia.

Rodger and Magdala shake hands.

Magdala: We connect globally with natural advocates, like Cogsville University, in The United States.

Rodger: Alright.

Magdala: Russia needs to protect the values of nature.

Rodger: Yes.

Magdala: Your presentation may be right for us.

A fat elder man with balding brown hair and glasses wearing a suit approaches Rodger. His name is Clifford. Clifford attended Rodger’s presentation at the auditorium.

Clifford: Good show, Rodger.

Clifford pats Rodger on the back.

Rodger: The purpose was to source my next expedition.

Magdala: We could provide you the expedition, Rodger, if you like.

Clifford: Very well, then.

Rodger talks to Magdala at his issuing department’s office, The Cogsville University Department Of Natural Science.

Magdala: I am here by the government of the Russian Natural Lands Department.

Rodger: Where is the expedition?

Magdala: The Pagyri has uncharted bogs. We have evidence of bogs in the Pagyri though we need more. There are natural tigers in the Pagyri. The tigers are Siberians who have gone East. You will be exploring a bogland in support of my institutions efforts to protect nature including natural tigers. We need the ecologist who is expert in natural science at the Pagyri Bogs in East Russia.

Rodger: Okay.

Magdala: These bogs have Russia’s tigers.

Rodger: I understand.

Rodger is awarded the examination of bogs locating natural tigers in the far East of Russia by The Cogsville University Department Of Natural Sciences. Cogsville University is breaking grounds on discoveries in the new world. A holding of investment portfolios in the fields of academics is being sponsored by the university itself with inventories to display at museums belonging to the university archives for students, professors, and the people in general.

Rodger is checking out at a airport in Lvisk, Russia. Magdala waits for Rodger at the airport lobby then sees him there. “You made it,” says Magdala sighing with a cheerful smile. Rodger shakes Magdala’s hand then they separate again going off on their own. Magdala leaves in a black SUV with a driver wearing a black suit and black sunglasses. Rodger gets on board a metropolitan long distance bus going to the far East of Russia.

A fat, white haired bus driver wearing a light blue grey uniform opens the bus door, letting Rodger inside. Rodger opens the door to a musty hotel room with orange bed sheets made by a window with white wooden shutters half closed. Rodger unpacks his things with the sunlight shining in through the shutters. He wakes very early to loud bellows of a cook downstairs making breakfast. The kitchen cook is a large elder man singing to himself while cooking eggs and toast. After having breakfast Rodger packs up his things then leaves.

Outside the building Rodger is waiting at the road. Rodger wears a green collared cargo shirt, brown shorts, long brown pull up socks, green hiking boots, with a green bandana tied loosely around his neck. Rodger wears his nature explorers uniform under big white clouds above at the gravel road with pine trees at a thicket of woods in view in the near distance. A car arrives to pick Rodger up for his expedition. Rodger gets into the car.

Rodger is near to arrival by the vehicle at the Pagyri, a bog in the far East side of Russia. There are Russian soldiers wearing army uniforms guarding the road. The Russian soldiers guarding the road have automatic rifles on them. A Russian officer steps into the way of the vehicle putting his glove hand up, palm facing out, into the air. The Russian officer approaches the driver then talks to the driver in Russian.

“He wants to see your passport,” says the driver, a grey haired man, who turns his head slightly towards Rodger. Rodger rolls his window down handing the Russian officer his passport file. The Russian officer examines Rodger’s passport files. The Russian officer gives the files back to Rodger. The Russian officer shouts something in Russian walking away from Rodger’s car to the side of the road towards the other soldiers. The soldiers wait around watching Rodger’s vehicle drive away. Rodger’s vehicle drives on a lone road through a deep woods into a large bog jungle overcast on the horizon.

The vehicle approaches a inlet road then after shouting something out of his window in Russian the driver takes off with Rodger let out at the side of the road. A large bog woods with a thick jungle clearing appears there in front of Rodger. Rodger has his luggage pack strapped onto his back entering into the Pagyri bogs. Walking through the Pagyri Rodger wears his nature explorers uniform with camping provisions strapped onto a backpack he wears on his back. Rodger has a large luggage backpack on his back.

Tigers are large cats with orange stripes, white stripes, black stripes, a white face, and a full white underside.

The Pagyri Bogs are dense deep wood jungles, with clearings composed of large hardwood trees, tall pine trees, groves of lichens, dales having pastures of grass fields, and streams running through a mountainous valley. The Pagyri Bogs are located far to the East, in Russia, becoming partially tropic in the South. On his adventure Rodger will use scientific conduct to examine the topography in a bog issuing a discovery of peat locations found in nature. Expected to be encountered on his expedition are various trees, flowers, insects, Russia’s natural tigers and possibly brown bears.

In the woods of a bog glen a tiger cub is playing with a butterfly. The butterfly flutters near the tiger cub who jumps around at the sight of it. The butterfly flies off away into the woods where there statures a large tiger staring off into the distance. The tiger cub looks up at the towering tiger above him. The tiger cub is nervous taking a step back then calmly sits down looking up at the tiger. A large tiger only postures motionless for a moment with a wind breezing through the bogs then looks down at the tiger cub.

Miloy: Hello.

Kiro: Hi.

Would you like to play?

Turning away the large tiger leaves into the deep woods. Kiro walks away. A mother tiger approaches Kiro.

Kiro: Mother, he wasn’t very friendly.

Yathti: He was your father, Kiro.

Kiro: O’, my father? Why’d he have to go?

“It’s his way, I suppose,” says Yathti with a sigh looking away into the distance.

In the grassy glen of the woods Kiro sits up looking down with a sad expression on his face.

Yathti: O’, Kiro.

Yathti kneels down over Kiro licking the tiger cub on the back of the head. “Aw’, mother!,” says Kiro tilting his head to look up at the mother tiger. “Let’s go,” says Yathti walking away.

Kiro: Aw’, I wanted to play.

Yathti: Now, Kiro.

Kiro follows Yathti into the bog woods.

In a green pasture where a grassy glen is tucked away deep in a bog woods at a large fallen tree trunk covered in vibrant green moss inside a den of jungle trees is a lair. There are tall clandestine flowers growing near the fallen tree trunk. A large light grey rock with patches of lichen on it sits there at the glen.

Yathti: Here, we’re home.

Kiro: Wow!

Kiro runs over to the fallen log looking closely at the brown wood where a plump green caterpillar crawls along the side of the log at a patch of moss growing on the fallen tree. Kiro inspects the caterpillar up close with wide eyes open. The caterpillar crawls along on the tree trunk.

“What?!,” exclaims Kiro who is suddenly yanked by the tussle of fur at the back of his neck then set into the middle of the lair on the bed of green.

Kiro: Aw’, mother…

Kiro sits on the glen ground while his mother, with a smile on her face and her eyes closed, licks the fur around the top of his head and around the back of his neck.

Rodger makes a tent in the Pagyri bogs in the early evening. Rodger lights a fire with a gas burner. A compact canister lights a gas fire for the set up of a frying pan. Rodger cooks with the frying pan. Rodger goes to sleep inside his tent under the full moon, pale, in the bog jungle.

A large tiger approaches a grove of grazing deer. Seeing the tiger the deer frantic run from the sight. Miloy jogs steadily on into the dale woods. The tiger is strong, fast, able to pursue the deer into deep woods. Tigers hunt on land, the air, and in the water, adapting quickly to survive.

Rodger is in a glen in the Pagyri woods with a pack of scientific inventory of utensils for his conduct in naturally ecological examination of bogs. Rodger places his scientific inventory (metal hand tools with device indicators) into the pack he straps then places his science pack into his backpack. Rodger has topography in a small plastic sealed bag he holds up to look at. Rodger labels the bag of topography a collection sample with a black permanent ink marker. Rodger opens a writer’s ledger then writes into the ledger his account with a black pen. Rodger straps his backpack closed around his back then walks away into the bog woods.

Kiro is playing in the glen of their lair. Kiro runs around in a circle then kneels down in front growling while Yathti looks at the jungle into the distance. Yathti is at the edge of their lair sitting up facing the woods of the jungle thicket turning around to see Kiro. “Kiro,” says Yathti.

Kiro: Yes, mother?

Yathti: You must know something.

Kiro: What?

Yathti: We are a spirit of nature.

Kiro walks over to Yathti. Yathti leans forward looking out into the jungle thicket from their grove. Kiro and Yathti look out from their lair where they see a bog jungle dale, vibrant green, lush with dense trees, grass, lichens and moss. High above them over the jungle woods are big white clouds. Yathti walks with Kiro through the jungle bog woods. Around them are the bog’s creatures, birds flying through the air, ants crawling high on a large hardwood tree, a caterpillar climbs up wet trees dripping with dew, a grey rabbit hops by, through the thicket of woods.

Yathti: The spirit of nature lives with us.

Kiro: What for?

Yathti: To protect you.

Kiro: O’.

Kiro pauses to think for himself then seeing his mother ahead Kiro hops forward to catch up to her.

Kiro is looking at grub worms on the ground floor. The grub worms squirm around in the ground. Rodger has a photographers camera he looks into hiding behind a thicket of trees seeing Yathti from a far distance. Yathti is quietly sitting near a large rock speckled by colorful lichens. Yathti turns to face Rodger from a distance. Rodger takes photographs of the bog scene. Yathti walks over to Kiro where Rodger sees them in the distance. Rodger takes notice of Kiro from a distance in the shade of the bog woods taking photographs of Yathti and Kiro.

Rodger encounters tigers of the Pagyri Bogs. Rodger is at the bog scene where he sees natural tigers. There Rodger sees a mother tiger with her cub in a glen of woods in the far distance. From behind a rock Rodger kneels to get pictures of the natural tigers in bogs. The mother tiger looks at Rodger from a far distance. Rodger takes photographs of the natural tigers with his camera.

Rodger makes a campsite setting up a green tent in the bog woods in the early evening. Sitting on the ground at night Rodger closes his writing ledger, putting his written account down, then looks up at his surroundings. The stars above all shine.

Yathti and Miloy see each other in the bog woods.

Miloy: Into deeper woods. I am grazing North. There I will guard.

Yathti: Kiro is a fine cub. He is much like you.

Miloy: This I’m unsure of.

Yathti: He should want to see you.

Miloy: In time.

Yathti and Miloy get close to touch their foreheads together for a moment. Miloy walks away into the bogs. Yathti approaches Kiro in the glen of their lair. “Kiro,” says Yathti getting his attention. Kiro is happily jogging about in a circle in the bright glen with a butterfly above him flying around. Kiro stops his jog looking over to his mother. The butterfly flies away.

Yathti: We are going to have to hunt.

Kiro: Okay.

Rodger sees the mother tiger in the Pagyri bog woods hunting from behind a large rock under cover by trees with his camera focused in view at a distance to see the natural tiger. Yathti crouches up near with her sights on the deer. Yathti creeps up, further, readying to pounce. Rodger takes photographs of the mother tiger hunting. Yathti leaps from a crawl charging forward towards the deer who is surprised trying to turn and run though gets caught quick by the tiger. The tiger tackles the deer fierce to the ground snapping into the deer with her jaws then holds the deer in place with her claws. The mother tiger carries the deer by the neck in her fangs with a steady jog taking the deer back to her lair.

Kiro and Yathti walk through the bog woods when Yathti pauses for a moment. Kiro looks up at his mother seeing another tiger with her own tiger cub emerge from out of the trees. The other tigers walk over towards Kiro and Yathti. “Kiro, this is Jiela, and Naiyasha,” says Yathti. Jiela and Naiyasha approach Yathti and Kiro. “They’re from the East,” says Yathti leaning down to look at Kiro. Jiela walks over to Yathti while Naiya walks forward towards Kiro. “Hi,” says Naiya to Kiro while Yathti talks with Jiela. “North is,” murmurs Yathti, “I have to,” murmurs Jiela with the mother tigers talking to each other in the shaded glen.

Kiro: Hi.

Naiya: What are you doing?

Kiro: I like to play.

Kiro hops around in a circle in front of Naiya. “Ha ha ha,” Naiya laughs watching Kiro. “Come Naiya, let’s go,” says Jiela. “Bye Yathti,” says Jiela. “Bye,” says Naiya to Kiro then Naiya walks away into the dense thicket. “Bye,” says Kiro.

Miloy climbs to the top of a mountain looking over the North Pagyri bog valley. Miloy looks out at a magnificent view of a Sunny bog valley dense with jungle thrush with clear water streams in the distance rippling with algae. Miloy postures proud on guard looking out over all the horizon of the bog valley. Miloy’s unchallenged strength at the apex statures a spirit of nature. Looking down from the mountainside Miloy sees a dale grass path at a small clearing through the bog woods approaching towards the hike up the mountain cliff by a stream. The clearing in the bog glen is tucked into tall trees shining in sight for Miloy to watch on.

Tigers live in bog woods, the frozen arctic and the tropics.

In the morning Rodger cooks with a frying pan over the gas canister burner in front of his tent. Rodger cooks over the gas burner. Rodger rolls up left-overs into a tightly packed medium size sealed plastic bag then with his backpack on goes to explore the Pagyri bogs. Rodger approaches the familiar lair of the natural tigers. Rodger walks closer to the natural tigers lair. Rodger looks around in the distance for the natural tigers. From behind shaded brambles Kiro walks into the glen there with Rodger.

Rodger: Wow.

Hello, there.

Rodger crouches low to take a photograph of the tiger cub up close. Rodger ponders to himself.

Rodger: I wonder… I shouldn’t be this close to you.

It’s okay.

Rodger takes more photographs of the natural tiger cub then looks puzzled leaning from a kneel he looks away with discern.

Rodger: Where’s your mother?

Rodger gets up looking into the distance for the mother tiger. Rodger pauses for a moment listening in to his surroundings. The Pagyri is quiet except a thicket of brambles Rodger cannot see behind start to rustle. Hearing commotion Rodger steps forward slowly pushing brambles out of his sight to see into the near distance. Rodger then sees the mother tiger dead hanging upside down tied to a wooden stake Asian hunters carry away walking through the trees. Rodger gasps at the fright. Rodger sees a group of hunters appear who are dark skinned Asians wearing green army canvass suits looking like army uniforms talking in Asian to each other stalking through the Pagyri bogs. The Asiatic hunters have strapped rifles on them.

Rodger turns around to see the tiger cub there by himself. The tiger cub looks sad. Kiro sits up by himself looking down at the ground of the glen lair. The tiger cub sighs looking down at a rock covered by lichen. The disheartened tiger cub looks up at Rodger standing there. The tiger cub looks back down again with a sigh.

Rodger hears the Asian hunters in the near distance giving orders to themselves. One of the hunters shouts in Asian directing the others to carry the mother tiger away. Hearing noises Rodger and Kiro look into the woods at the Asiatic hunters. One of the Asian hunters, short with broad stature, walks slowly looking down at the ground approaching the tiger’s lair. Rodger turns around seeing the tiger cub there all alone in the glen of woods. The tiger cub looks up at Rodger.

The tiger cub is confused looking up at Rodger. Then the tiger cub, lonely, looks back down. Rodger quickly grabs the tiger cub then puts the natural tiger cub into his backpack then latches his backpack shut walking away into the dense woods. Rodger hurries to leave the scene of the bogs through a thicket of brambles. One of the hunters there sees Rodger trying to get away. The Asian hunter yells in a foreign language.

Rodger runs away quick. Bullets are being fired at Rodger from the hunter’s semi-automatic rifles. The hunter’s chase Rodger through bog woods firing shots at him. Rodger runs fast tactfully maneuvering through the bog. Rodger’s muscular legs race rapidly as he huffs carrying his backpack with the tiger cub inside. The hunters yell again chasing Rodger then pause to aim firing their guns at him. Bullets from the Asiatic hunters semi-automatic rifles pelt the trees near Rodger running away. Rodger races by bog trees being torn apart in rapid succession from bullets being shot. Rodger runs into a deep wood thicket through the bogs. Rodger is faster than the hunters who cannot keep up. Rodger dodges behind a thicket of hard-wood trees then gets to the incline of a mountainside cliff.

Rodger approaches a mountainside where a waterfall rushes off the side of a cliff. Rodger leaps from the rock ledge at a mountainside waterfall off the cliffside plummeting through the air from up high down into a rushing river below with his backpack around his back. From a distance away the hunters see Rodger fly off the edge at the cliff. Rodger plunges into the river deep. Rodger surfaces above water level bobbing up for only a moment then goes back under the water. The hunters approach looking to step properly on the rocky ledge at the top of the waterfall then wait to look at the river below where they do not see Rodger.

The water is quiet rushing along without Rodger in sight. From deep below the water Rodger swims in the rushing current downstream. The river bends around a gully of trees. Rodger hurries away running into the distance. Rodger gets to a deep thicket of trees in the bogs where he gets exhausted. The tiger cub paws around from inside the backpack.

In the night time in Pagyri with starlight shining down onto their scene with Rodger in sweats, muddy, alone with a tiger cub orphan he had come to help protect. Rodger opens the tiger cub out of his backpack. The tiger cub tries to run away though Rodger quickly grabs him. Rodger puts the tiger cub back into his backpack then straps the backpack closed. Rodger holds his backpack close on his lap in front with the latch locked shut. Rodger sits up against a rock under the stars shining light into the evening bog scene.

Rodger awakes in the early morning in a deep green rocky glen in a thicket of woods. Rodger takes some items from outside of the backpack, collecting the topography sample, his writing ledger, his camera. Rodger opens the backpack main clasp. With the backpack hatch open Kiro places his paws on the ledge of the backpacks hatch opening then looks up out from inside of the backpack at Rodger. Rodger holds his camera up tilting it to see water damage. Rodger’s camera is soaking wet dripping water.

The camera’s lens function does not operate. Rodger’s writing ledger is drenched. Rodger sees his written accounts blotchy with illegible ink runs. Rodger holds what was his small bag of topography. The topography sample is awash with water from the river. Rodger looks at Kiro. Kiro leaps out of Rodger’s backpack into the open then looks up at Rodger.

Kiro: Who are you?

Rodger: You talk?

Kiro: I should say, I would if I had something to say to you.

Where’s my mother?

Rodger: She is gone now.

Kiro: O’ no…

Rodger: They’ll want to know where you came from. We have to get away from here.

Kiro tries to run away from Rodger though Rodger grabs Kiro then puts Kiro into his backpack. Rodger hikes with the tiger cub in his backpack far into the North-West of Pagyri in the afternoon. Dark hands go to take Rodger’s computer monitor station at a ransacked campsite while near shouts of the Asiatic hunters are heard. Rodger sits down on a fallen log in the Pagyri woods for a moment opening the tiger cub out from the backpack. The tiger cub hops out of the backpack then looks up at Rodger.

Kiro: You didn’t answer me before, who are you?

Rodger: I am a natural scientist.

Kiro: Where are we going?

Rodger: I want to protect you.

Kiro: Mother said nature was our protection.

Rodger puts the tiger cub into his backpack then with his backpack latched shut continues his hike going West. “I wonder what happened to my campsite,” says Rodger who stares far into the South-East. A large crimson red sunset fills into the distant horizon in the early evening while Rodger sets out to continue his hike going West.

In the evening Rodger emerges from the Pagyri bogs. A Russian town is below a inclining field in the far distance emerging from the low side of a mountain’s elevation into the Pagyri woodside. A Russian village is in the far distance with overhead street lamps blaring white light shining into the evening. Rodger lets the tiger cub look out from inside his backpack where there appears the borderlines of a town. The tiger cub sees the sight of the town from over Rodger’s shoulder looking out of Rodger’s backpack. Rodger and the tiger cub see the Russian village there in the far distance.

Rodger looks over his shoulder at the tiger cub who looks back at Rodger with them seeing each other face to face. Rodger looks down at himself covered in the bog’s topography. Rodger tidies himself up wiping his face with a wet hand-cloth then brushes himself off. Rodger walks through the town with the latch of his backpack closed shut. The town is quiet in the evening night. A Russian police patrol car drives by Rodger slowly with the officer inside the vehicle watching Rodger who walks with his backpack along the side of the road.

Rodger happily passes by the Russian police wearing his nature explorer’s outfit muddied with topography from the Pagyri walking along the street towards the center of town with a backpack of provisions full he carries strapped onto his back. At night white overhead street lighting from tall lamp posts shines down on the street lots. Rodger enters a convenience store in town with his backpack on. Other Russian customers at the store watch Rodger walking around the store. The other customers appear regular locals who balk back to themselves quietly in the silent night. Inside Rodger’s backpack are mini corded holes attached to the canvass by little metal rings. Kiro sees outside of the mini corded holes at the shopping isles of the convenience store. Rodger waits in line to pay a fat black haired man sitting at the checkout counter behind a large glass window. A Russian police officer gets into the convenience store checkout line waiting behind Rodger.

Kiro sees out of the tiny openings at the Russian officer’s uniform. Kiro doesn’t move seeing out from inside Rodger’s backpack the Russian officer walks up to Rodger. Rodger steps forward in line with his backpack’s main compartment rummaging inside. The Russian police officer waits behind Rodger who is buying snacks, crackers, cheese, meat packs. Rodger pays then turns around seeing the Russian police officer there waiting for him. Rodger gives a nod to the officer who nods back to him then Rodger walks away leaving with brevity to exit the store. The Russian police officer steps forward to checkout at the counter with his items.

A large pale moon shines above while Rodger walks through town in the night. It is dark out with white street lights shining down. The long narrow streets of town dead end in a distance away from the perimeter district into the Pagyri woods eerie. Rodger hears a loud clack. Rodger looks over to the corner of the alley of the convenience store parking lot where a group of young Russians are goofing around. Rodger approaches a hotel.

Rodger enters his hotel room. A small hotel room with a bed made of cotton red blankets with a white boarder in the evening offers Rodger and the tiger cub space away. Rodger let’s the tiger cub onto the bed of the hotel room. Rodger and the tiger cub sit quietly having snacks on the bed. Rodger approaches the front desk of the hotel in the morning. A woman is there with a man walking in and out of a back office room for the hotel attendants.

Rodger: Can I make a long-distance call?

Hotel attendant: You are able to dial on the phone to place long distance calls.

The woman gives Rodger a telephone to use. Rodger calls Cogsville University to the department institute who sent him on his expedition. “My mission stopped short. I need immediate evacuation. Get me deep priority ecologic clearances. Why? I do not have time to tell you now, I’ll explain later,” says Rodger on the phone. At Rodger’s hotel room the tiger cub in on the bed of the hotel. “I have clearance to take you to America,” says Rodger to the tiger cub.

Glaring white eyes appear from the shadows of a dark cave. Miloy walks out of a cave at the cliff of a mountain. He sees a Sunny bog valley in sight of the jungle trees with a stream in the distance. He looks down at the grassy patch making a path through the cliff face in the distance below in between a grove of trees dale leading to the stream at the mountain cliff. He watches the grassy glen in the Sun patiently waiting. Winds breeze into the glen. He lays there watching the clear’s path wondering what he may see approaching the cliffside. He wanes to himself laying up to rest while he watches the grass glen still. Miloy tucks back into the cave entrance with crimson red eyes glaring in the dark shadows of his cave’s lair.

Rodger and the tiger cub sit in the grass at Rodger’s house.

Rodger: Hello.

Kiro: Hi.

Rodger: What is your name?

“Kiro,” says the tiger cub. Kiro sits up looking down at the grass. Kiro is lonely.

Rodger: Kiro, I’ll protect you from what happened in the Pagyri. I use natural science to discover principles of value in nature.

Kiro: I want to go home.

Rodger: You are home.

Kiro: I want to go back to Pagyri.

Rodger: Stay with me now. You are welcome here.

Kiro: My mother was there for me. Now she’s gone. I want to protect nature for her.

Hot water pours into the bathtub at Rodger’s house. Kiro pops his head up out of the water in the bathtub. Kiro has soapy bubbles foaming on the top of his head.

Rodger obtains a permit of license for ecologic merit to provide Kiro housing. Rodger’s accredited ecological permits are in support of the Cogsville Universities Department Of Natural Sciences. Rodger is awarded the license for ecological permits to house Kiro in Cogsville. Rodger’s house at a bog has space for the natural tiger to live. Rodger’s activity on the expedition arranged by The Cogsville University Department Of Natural Sciences has demonstrated a discovery in order of ecological activity. Rodger walks with Kiro into a Cogsville bog.

Rodger: Kiro, you belong to nature. You must learn to protect yourself. You will hunt, then build a home for yourself.

Where Rodger lives in Cogsville the bogs have deep clear woods for Rodger to take Kiro. Kiro jogs ahead of Rodger while Rodger and Kiro walk into a distant bogland. Rodger looks at a circular compass in his hand pointing to indicate the North-West.

Rodger holds Kiro by a kindling fire at night. The fire dwindles to ember. Above them the stars sparkle in the sky. “See the stars, Kiro?,” says Rodger looking up. “Yes,” says Kiro.

Rodger: You are a star.

The sparkling stars in outer-space over the bogland appear to meld a faint image of Yathti’s eye’s looking out.

In the morning Rodger packs up his campsite then walks with Kiro back through the bog.

Tigers are highly intelligent capable of forming lifelong relationships.

Rodger is at the institute for his expedition’s accrediting department in natural science at Cogsville University. Clifford is there. Rodger is talking to Clifford.

Clifford: Wow, Rodger, what a story. You cannot keep this tiger, you know?

Rodger: I have all the provisions to provide Kiro quarters.

Clifford: He is only a cub now, he will grow up.

Rodger: I know.

Rodger looks down in contemplation. A department administrator enters. The administrator is a white man, with short black hair, clean shaven, wearing a blue suit and tie. Rodger talks with the department administrator.

Administrator: Rodger, the department had to expend critical procedures to get you back home.

Rodger: You think I would abandon my expedition, ruin my campsite, take the tiger cub back to America, just to say I had this tiger cub belonging to nature?

Administrator: I wouldn’t put it past you.

Rodger, the department has decided to continue your expedition with whatever current status you’re encountering.

The administrator leaves.

Rodger: The department is disappointed in me. They don’t believe me.

Clifford: I believe you, Rodger.

Magdala approaches Rodger and Clifford.

Magdala: Rodger, I am sorry for what has happened. I have contacted the Russian authorities.

Rodger: I could not get back to my campsite before being shot at. My station monitor has a digital tracker on it’s drive. I have gotten information on where the monitor’s signal was deactivated from.

Magdala: This information will help with the investigation.

Rodger: CU has taken over the expedition from here.

Magdala: I understand, though Rodger, we want you to complete the expedition, also. I know you have a tiger cub with you.

Rodger: How do you know?

Magdala: I was informed by my contact at Cogsville University. I am not going to interfere with the university goals in using your expertise in natural science, though, we want to help. I am with Russians who despite our differences want there to be a world of nature for us all.

Rodger: I saved the tiger cub from the hunters. The hunters had killed it’s mother. They were going to kill it.

Magdala: Where is the tiger cub?

Rodger: With me.

Magdala: You are keeping it, then?

Rodger: I don’t think so. The tiger cub wants it’s home back.

Magdala: I will look into this for you.

Magdala’s office is inside the floors of a large government building, used for the official Departments Of Natural Lands, in Russia. At Magdala’s office building in Lvisk, a Russian officer leaves, when a Chinese officer approaches her. The Chinese officer is average height, broad stature, handsome, Asian man, clean shaven, wearing a black suit and tie. The Chinese officer is named Inspector Bonchan. “You were sent from the embassy?,” says Magdala. “Yes, madame,” says Inspector Bonchan.

Magdala: We are gathering up our investigation. Cooperation with The United States, Russia, and China, is difficult in this matter.

Bonchan: You have our thanks.

Magdala: It is not me who you need, it is Rodger, he is central to this investigation.

Bonchan: I am collecting evidence from the involved parties now.

Magdala: If I have any more information I will let you know.

Inspector Bonchan walks around the Pagyri Bogs. Nearby what was to be Rodger’s campsite has been destroyed where footsteps of officer’s patrol boots pace by. A few Russian authorities on patrol talking loudly give each other orders then depart in vehicles. The Chinese inspector smiles happily to himself alone in the bog woods. At closer examination some of the tall trees in the Pagyri woods have a rifle’s bullets pelted into them.

At a stream by a thicket of woods in front of a cliff side where the mountain is covered by lichen is a path through to the banks of the water. Jiela and Naiya approach the clear water stream in shining view of mountainside cliffs covered with the speckles of a vibrant array of green lichens. “It’s beautiful,” says Jiela. From the shade of the woods another large tiger appears in view. The tiger watches the cliffside for a moment with Jiela and Naiya there when Miloy leaps into the path in front of the water at the cliffside. “This is my home,” says Miloy.

Miloy: Leave here.

Yaraluo: You are a roamer, Miloy. What are you doing here?

Miloy: I am protecting this place for my family.

Yaraluo: You have not seen, or heard, from your family, they are gone.

Miloy: No! They are coming here.

Miloy walks forward on the path in front.

Yaraluo: Have it your way, Miloy.

Jiela and Naiya turn around to leave. “Although,” says Yaraluo. Jiela and Naiya look back at the grass path.

Yaraluo: I could fight you for it…

Miloy roars charging forward. Racing up, close up to Yaraluo, Miloy poses fierce. Yaraluo stumbles to gain his balance, falling backwards. Yaraluo gets up again. “You win Miloy,” says Yaraluo. “Come Naiya, let’s go to low fields,” says Jiela. Jiela and Naiya walk into the deep woods. Yaraluo walks away into the woods in the other direction.

Tigers are big cats, being among the largest predators on land, in the world.

Inspector Bonchan sees a computer monitor screen over the shoulder of another police officer at a international station for police officers in China. The office room is bustling with Chinese police activity. A Chinese police officer points to the screen with Inspector Bonchan leaning in to look over the officer’s shoulder at the monitor where digital data is being directed in green text appearing over a black background. The Chinese inspector waits in line at an airport wearing a tropical orange collared shirt, a white straw hat and light tan dress pants. A large plane takes off from a runway into the air. The Chinese inspector waits in line to checkout at Cogsville’s international airport.

Rodger is inside his tent in bog woods near his house. Rodger opens the tent door stepping into the outside. Kiro runs over to Rodger. Kiro has grown in size. Kiro is larger than he used to be, now, Kiro is a small tiger. “Kiro…,” says Rodger patting Kiro on the forehead.

Inspector Bonchan approaches the grass field in Rodger’s backyard. Rodger talks to Inspector Bonchan. Kiro is in the near distance of the grass field at Rodger’s house.

Bonchan: The threat of hunting is serious. China’s govern cares about nature, is why I’m here with you.

Rodger: I’d think if they cared then natural tigers would have needed protection.

Bonchan: I am like you, Rodger, I want to protect nature. Can you tell me what happened on your expedition?

Rodger: I was photographing natural tigers in the Pagyri bog. I found the tiger cub alone. I saw the mother had been killed by hunters. The hunters had rifles. They saw me then shot at me. I ran with the tiger cub in my backpack.

Bonchan: Were you injured?

Rodger: No.

Bonchan: Then what happened?

Rodger: I hiked with Kiro in my backpack to a Russian village then got boarding to come back to America.

Rodger shows Inspector Bonchan his broken camera, his writing ledger, his awash plastic bag of topography. “My project ruined,” says Rodger. Rodger sets the items from his mission onto a table in the backyard then Inspector Bonchan takes photographs of them.

Bonchan: Why did you not tell the Russian authorities of what happened?

Rodger: I didn’t want the tiger cub to be taken away from nature.

Bonchan: Rodger, the Russian and Chinese authorities have heard about what happened. They know you have Kiro. They’re not upset with you.

Rodger: Good. Good for them.

Bonchan: They want to help. If you cooperate with them we could help the natural tiger.

Rodger: Nature decides these things for us. We do not have control. When Kiro is ready we will decide what’s right.

Kiro is becoming a large fully grown tiger. Rodger and Kiro play fight wrestling with each other in the bog at Rodger’s house. Kiro is on top of Rodger then licks Rodger’s face. Kiro gets off Rodger then sits down next to him. Rodger gets up. Rodger sits up in the grass field looking down.

Kiro: Rodger, what’s wrong?

Rodger: Kiro, authorities in the East want help from me to investigate what happened to you. It is up to you if you want to help them or not.

Kiro: I understand.

Rodger and Kiro go back to Russia with Inspector Bonchan. Inspector Bonchan and Rodger talk to Magdala at her office. “My institution has partnerships with Russian armies who patrol in the East country,” says Magdala who gives Rodger a sealed article ordering Russian law in effect to patrol the Pagyri.

Magdala: Here is your file. Show this with your identification to the Russian authority.

Bonchan: Alright.

A large brown bear approaches the cliffside at a sparkling stream in front of a thicket of bog woods. Miloy leaps into the path. The large brown bear and Miloy roar loudly showing jagged fangs at each other.

Miloy: This is my mountain rock. You must leave or we paw.

Brown bear: I’m hungry.

Miloy: You may fish over there.

Miloy nods his head at the stream in the distance.

Miloy: Then you must go.

Miloy leaps onto the ledge going up into the cliffside. The brown bear looks up into the distance wading in the stream in the afternoon. The brown bear wades in the clear water looking around at the stream steadily rippling in the tide.

Rodger, Kiro, and Inspector Bonchan are driving in a car approaching Russian soldiers at a road going into the Pagyri Bog. Kiro takes up space in the entire back seat. “Give me your orders, Rodger,” says Inspector Bonchan. Rodger gives his sealed order to Inspector Bonchan. Inspector Bonchan and Rodger get out of the car to talk to the Russian soldiers. A Russian soldier approaches Rodger and Inspector Bonchan. The Russian soldier is a white man, somewhat tall with broad stature, clean shaven with short light brown crew cut hair, wearing a green t-shirt with army pants. “My name is Officer Gregory Rogsiev,” says the Russian officer.

Gregory: What happened to this natural tiger?

Rodger: His mother was killed by the hunters.

Gregory: Come into my office.

Inside a Russian army station under a large canvass tent Rodger and Inspector Bonchan talk to Officer Rogsiev with Kiro there.

Rodger: I was taking photographs in the Pagyri when I discovered Kiro’s mother was killed.

Bonchan: Rodger’s campsite was ransacked.

Gregory: We have orders to patrol at your securities. What do you advise?

Rodger: We set a trap.

Bonchan: The hunters have been seen looking for their next kill. I’ll go undercover to talk them into another hunt. I need to show them Kiro is in the Pagyri, then they may decide to try it.

Rodger: Alright if Kiro agrees to it.

Rodger looks at Kiro.

Kiro: I will fight to protect home.

Officer Rogsiev talks in front of Rodger, Inspector Bonchan, Kiro, and a small platoon of Russian soldiers at an outdoors tent for the Russian soldier’s station conference room. Rodger sits in a chair next to Kiro, who sits up on the ground to his left, with Inspector Bonchan sitting in the chair on Rodger’s right side. The Russian soldiers in the platoon sit behind Rodger in chairs or stand near the walls of the office room. “I am ordered by the East battalion charge to secure Russian activities in Pagyri where Rodger White, his tiger, Kiro, have been assaulted by illegal hunting. Now, we have set course to counter the offenders. Our objective secures operations with Inspector Bonchan, who has set course to help capture the hunters, dead or alive. This mission could be dangerous,” says Officer Rogsiev.

Gregory: Rodger, Kiro, you could risk being assaulted yourselves.

Kiro: I don’t care. They killed my mother. I will protect home.

Kiro looks confident, proud, courageous staring onwards with righteousness in sight of the mission leaders.

Rodger: Kiro is with us. If my rights are sacrificed then I will fight.

Gregory: Alright. We will guard you with a platoon patrol.

Miloy walks on the cliffside path in the evening night. Miloy looks out from the rock ledge path on the mountain into the distant bog woods. Suddenly a large tiger emerges from shadows in the woods of the mountainous cliff leaping onto Miloy. Miloy and Yaraluo claw slashing at each other. Yaraluo sits up on his tail perched fast with his back legs kicking Miloy. Miloy is thrown hard into the rock side of the mountain. Miloy struggles to get up. Yaraluo paces in front of Miloy to deliver a fatal blow.

Yaraluo: You have lost, Miloy, like you lost your family.

Miloy: I told you, they are coming, here!

Miloy charges at Yaraluo who is caught off guard. Yaraluo stumbles. Miloy roars. Miloy slashes into Yaraluo. Yaraluo is ripped apart. Miloy chases Yaraluo who limps away around the ledge of the mountainside.

Inspector Bonchan is dressed for undercover operations walking through crowded streets towards a restaurant in China. Seeing the restaurant from a distance the inspector goes undercover wearing a short sleeve collared shirt and shorts. The inspector enters the restaurant. Asiatic hunters wearing army uniform outfits are seated at a table, with one scruffy looking, broad statured, sitting in between another younger, and another taller, thinner. The inspector sits at a table across from the three Asiatic hunters. They order from the waitress. “What do you want?,” says the scruffy looking broad statured Asiatic hunter.

Bonchan: I have seen the natural tiger in Pagyri going South. This tiger was seen.

Inspector Bonchan places on the table a picture of Kiro walking through the Pagyri woods for the hunters to see.

Bonchan: There was a man there taking photographs of the tiger.

The hunters eyes widen with surprise.

Hunter: What man?

Bonchan A naturalist taking scenic photographs of the Pagyri tiger.

Hunter: What did he look like?

Bonchan: Average height, white man, brown hair, American, fat. Are you in?

Hunter: We’ll go.

Inspector Bonchan leaves a file on the table for the hunters. The hunters take the file. The inspector leaves.

Hunters stalk through the Pagyri woods looking around into the distance. Kiro is inattentively sitting up in a bog glen in the Pagyri. The hunters see Kiro. The hunters go to approach Kiro. The hunters stalk up from the deep trees. Getting closer to Kiro the hunters take sight readying they aim their rifles. “Kiro!,” shouts Rodger who is wearing thick camouflage hiding behind a tree in the midst of brambles. Kiro suddenly runs away leaping into the jungle bog thicket.

Bullets rip through the bog’s jungle trees. The Asian hunters yell something in a foreign language. Rodger ducks behind a tree in the distance. The hunters begin firing their rifles though they don’t have a target. Russian soldiers charge from all directions holding automatic rifles. One of the hunters fires at the Russian soldiers and is fired back at then he falls to the ground. The other hunters hold their hands in the air with the Russian soldiers holding rifles up at them. The Russian soldiers yell in Russian. The hunters put their guns on the ground. The Russian soldiers handcuff the Asiatic hunters.

Rodger and Kiro watch the scene from a far away distance through a thicket of woods. Rodger and Kiro walk over to Officer Rogsiev with Inspector Bonchan approaching also. Rodger is wearing deep camouflage thick with jungle layer carpeting meshed into patchwork of a army uniform with a matching helmet. Inspector Bonchan is also wearing dense camouflage meshed into a army uniform with matching helmet on, like Rodgers. In the distance the hunters are being taken away into a patrol truck guarded by Russian soldiers who are getting ready to leave. Rodger, Kiro, Inspector Bonchan and Officer Rogsiev talk.

Bonchan: You won, Rodger.

Rodger: No, I didn’t win. I explore bogs in honor of natural science. The Pagyri won.

Officer Rogsiev has a big smile on his face shaking Rodger’s hand.

Rodger and Kiro walk North through a glen in the Pagyri. Rodger and Kiro take a rest in a green pasture inside a dense thicket of woods. Kiro goes off to explore. Rodger looks at his camera. His camera is working to view the pictures Rodger took. Rodger takes a photograph snapshot of the bogland then puts his camera into his backpack.

Rodger sets his backpack on the ground next to a camping set strapped into a canvas holder then Rodger walks through the thicket of trees into a deep jungle. Looking around in the bog woods Rodger feels a quiet wind in early twilight. Emerging from the jungle is a large natural tiger. The tiger leaps into the open roaring then seeing Rodger the tiger opens large monstrous jaws. Rodger steps back. The tiger shows it’s fangs approaching Rodger. “No! Don’t hurt Rodger!,” shouts Kiro leaping into the thicket then pounces at the large natural tiger. The other tiger and Kiro roar at each other ferociously. The natural tigers show their fangs with fierce vehemence to attack one another. Kiro is smaller than the other tiger with the other tiger appearing more grown up. Rodger watches from the side.

The other tiger has a thin tapered fur hanging low off his body and face. The tigers growl at each other. The tigers charge one another pawing aggressively to claw each other. They mangle into a locking engagement then separate again. The tigers slowly circle one another expressing aggression. Then the expression of the other large tiger suddenly changes. “Kiro?,” says Miloy.

Kiro: Yes, father.

Suddenly Miloy turns away leaping into the dense thicket leaving into the deep bog.

At night Rodger and Kiro rest under a pale full moon. Kiro looks up at the moon. The full moon is large in sight shining down from above.

Kiro: The moon reminds me of my mother. It’s there for me. Like home knows where I am.

Rodger and Kiro continue North into Pagyri Bogs.

Tigers are fierce powerful natural animals with jagged fangs and razor sharp claws.

Rodger and Kiro find Miloy laying on the ground in a grove of dale grass at a thicket secluded in the woods. Miloy is panting laying down on his side. Rodger waits watching while Kiro walks over to his father laying down on the ground. Kiro gets up close to Miloy looking at his father laying there. Miloy gasps a sigh of exhaustion. Miloy looks up at Kiro.

Miloy: Kiro, I am passing.

Kiro: No, father.

Kiro starts to cry.

Miloy: My cub…

Miloy looks up at Kiro. Miloy lays down again breathing heavily. “Northrock belongs to you now,” says Miloy.

Miloy: I have protected it for you.

Miloy closes his eyes.

Miloy: Nature’s spirit lives with you, always…

Miloy breathes his last breath resting limp onto the land. Kiro looks at his father laying still. Rodger and Kiro quietly leave going South.

Rodger continues on course South-West through a bog clearing though Kiro does not follow. Rodger looks at Kiro who sits up unmoving looking at Rodger. “Kiro, it’s this way,” says Rodger beckoning to Kiro with a wave of his hand. Kiro only sits up in the bog grass there in the clearing without moving. “No, Rodger, I cannot go with you. This is my home. Mother wanted me here,” says Kiro.

Rodger: I understand.

Rodger walks over to Kiro. Kiro opens his paws out to hug Rodger rising up on his back legs. Rodger hugs Kiro close. Rodger and Kiro hug then they let go of each other. Kiro sits up on the ground looking at Rodger.

Rodger: I’ll miss you, Kiro.

Kiro: I’ll miss you also, Rodger.

Rodger walks away South-West. Kiro sits up in the bog clearing at a thicket of woods with a cliffside in the distance. Under the Sun with large puffy white clouds above Rodger and Kiro there is the massive spirit of Yathti and Miloy in sight phases looking down on Earth through the clouds, they smile happily then they leave into the clouds. Kiro roars loud all across the bogland. Rodger hikes through the Pagyri bog going into the distance.

Rodger wears a white laboratory scientist coat on examining a sample of peat topography under a microscope. Rodger takes a pipet dabbing a liquid solvent into the sample topography. Rodger slides the topography sample into a turntable dock.

Kiro waits by the grassy glen below the cliff side at the path through the thicket of trees in the evening. Motionless Kiro sits up looking up at the cliff. A large tiger approaches the glen.

Naiya: Kiro…

Kiro turns to see Naiya there.

Kiro: Hi Naiya.

Naiya: I know what happened, Kiro.

I’m sorry.

Kiro is speechless for a moment looking on. Kiro expresses shock with a blank stare on his face. “Mother was a day late going North because of me,” says Kiro.

Kiro: I don’t belong here.

Naiya: You’re here because you’re meant to be.

Suddenly, with surprise Kiro looks up in awe.

Kiro: I’m here because, I’m home.

Naiya walks over to Kiro who sits up looking at the cliffside. Kiro looks over to see Naiya next to him. Kiro and Naiya lean into each other with their heads touching.

Kiro: I feel like taking a bath!

Suddenly Kiro runs towards the clear water river with deep flowing algal blooms then leaps into the water with a splash.

Naiya: Ha ha ha!

Watching Kiro Naiya laughs then cinches back some to avoid getting wet.

Naiya walks in front of the cliffside cave while Kiro climbs to the top of the mountain. Kiro leaps up into the view of the Sunny bog valley under big white clouds above. Up on top of the high mountain Kiro roars loud across the bog valley.

A dazzling orange and black butterfly flies high into the air with large white clouds in sight going up into a gust of wind under the shining Sun. The butterfly flies above tall trees swooping down into the thicket of a bog. Rodger wears a white laboratory scientists coat on over a white long sleeve collared shirt with a green tie, brown pants with brown dress shoes, talking to his group of expedition counselors at the natural science labs in Cogsville University.

Rodger: The Pagyri has peat. Peat topography has been discovered throughout all the Pagyri bog zones sampled in my exploration.

The counselors walk over to Rodger. Gathering around Rodger the counselors look at the set of his bog topography demonstration. “Magnificent,” says Clifford.

Tigers are home on many miles of bogs, making lairs in caves, inside thickets of woods, and at glens in grass fields.

Rodger articles his adventure into the Pagyri Bog for a news story. Rodger’s story breaks headline news about his expedition to East Russia. On the cover of Earth Nature’s article is Rodger with Kiro, a large tiger in a bog. The front page story shows Rodger with Kiro in the Pagyri Bogs. Flipping through the story Rodger features images of natural tigers in the Pagyri Bogs with his own photographs taken through his experience, describing his daring adventure to protect the natural tiger’s boglands. With the collection of his evidence to title the Pagyri Bogs protections of natural environments, the article has Rodger posing with Kiro for photographs taken in the Pagyri Bog. Rodger wrote about his experience describing his full story for the featured article about the Pagyri’s natural tigers. In the scenic photographs there is Kiro in the Pagyri Bog, Rodger and Inspector Bonchan in thick matted camouflage army suit posing with Kiro, hunters being taken to jail by a Russian army van, images of Rodger wearing his nature explorer’s uniform examining topography of the land in the Pagyri, a photograph of peat quality topography, Rodger in his nature explorer’s uniform posing with Kiro.

Rodger is featured on the front page of The Cogsville Times. Rodger has a photograph of himself with his nature explorer’s uniform on next to a natural tiger from the Pagyri Bog. The newspaper describes Rodger’s adventure further detailing his experience in the Russian bogland.

Rodger White is signed to a contract with MediaOne. MediaOne is a television broadcast corporation. MediaOne agrees host a bog adventure series with Rodger White starring. Rodger is at a MediaOne sponsorship event in Cogsville for his press story about the natural bog tigers. Rodger is wearing a nature explorers uniform, a green collared cargo shirt, green shorts, long green pull up socks, green hiking boots, with a green bandana tied loosely around his neck, posing for a group of photographers who take Rodger’s picture at a dazzling white background. Rodger smiles for the cameras flashing lights. A group of photographers take his picture then another showcase gets set. Rodger White steps down from the showcase while the photographers finish taking pictures. Winthrope sees Rodger at the MediaOne studio set after having his showcase photography. Winthrope is average stature, handsome white man, elder, clean shaven, with light brown hair, wearing a purple dress coat, white collared long sleeve shirt, with a orange tie, light brown dress pants, and brown dress shoes. Winthrope is a corporate executor at MediaOne becoming the agent for Rodger White. “Rodger, Rodger, Rodger,” says Winthrope approaching Rodger with his palms up opening out his hands.

Tigers are a stunning wonder of nature.

A large tiger is running through the grass field of a bog. The vision of the large tiger phases away changing to a tiger cub running into the bog grass field. The tiger cub runs towards a mother tiger sitting up in the bog field watching him get closer. Above them the Sun high glimmering through large white clouds over a bog wood’s canopy on the horizon. A tiger roars loud across the bog valley. A bog valley shines in the light with deep woods in between a stream extending far into the distance.

9-8-2024

Rodger White

Tigers Of The Pagyri Bogs