The next morning, the sun had barely risen when Xiao Er and Xiao Yi woke up. Usually, they would immediately start wrestling and biting each other's ears, but today, they stopped dead in their tracks.
In the middle of the large bed, sitting in a specially made tiny nest of soft hides, was a small, green coiled object.
The two tiger cubs began to circle the nest very slowly. They moved on their tiptoes, their little bums wiggling with every step.
They were terrified of waking it up, but their curiosity was exploding. They looked at the snake, then back at Su Qinglan, who was sitting nearby with a bowl of warm soup. She only smiled and didn't say a word, letting the children discover each other on their own.
Finally, the tiny snake cub, Xiao San, couldn't take it anymore. He felt the heat of two heavy breathers right over his head. He popped his eyes open, expecting to see his mother's gentle face.
