My nephew was four when I read to him the story of a tiger cub that had trouble belonging to its streak because it was too kind to kill.

His exasperated mother, the tigeress sent him out in the wild and warned him not to return till he had made a kill.

The little tiger cub went on a hunt but ended up helping the animals rather than killing them. Eventually, he fell into a river and struggled to keep afloat. The animals that he had helped earlier arrive in the nick of time to save the tiger cub from drowning.

After which, I closed the book concluding that the moral of the story is when you help others, you will receive help in your time of need.

The little tyke had a bigger question for me. "Where was God when the cub was drowning?"

Totally taken aback for I had not expected such a profound question from a four-year old, I explained to him that God cannot be everywhere all the time and that is why he sends people to help others in his place.

Phew!

As for the story......later ;)