Tiger is stirring the soup with a big spoon. From time to time he takes the spoon from the pot. He sticks out his pink tongue, shuts his eyes, and tastes the soup. Tiger scatters in coconut. He slowly takes another taste.
Tiger chops the mango, flings it in.
This is sweet soup now. His nose in the air, sniffing the breeze. I smell sweet soup. And he rubs his belly. Soup time, Anansi, m'dear.