“Dear Tiger. I bought tickets and a sanatorium tour. We’re going to summer.  I keep tormenting myself that I didn’t figure it out sooner: always fly off into the summer if I’m scared. After all, I’ve always had a good time in summer.”

The Blue Tiger finished reading the letter and unintentionally crumpled the paper. 

– “What does that mean?” – his tone was as calm as usual but still betrayed dissatisfaction.

– “And you’ve changed color,” – Marta said, looking at the Blue Tiger and ignoring his question, – “Now you’re some kind of graphite.”

The blue tiger nervously twitched his tail, but after a second he calmed down completely and smiled. 

– “And you’ve already invented the purpose of our journey?” 

– “I confess, I haven’t!” – Marta sank into a cushioned chair and sighed heavily. – “But I was hoping you’d do it on the plane. But!” – she jumped up again and began to pace the empty waiting hall, dragging the plume of a puffy dress behind her – “but, I made sure that you will not fly in the compartment for animals like last time.”

– “Thank you”

The Tiger was following Marta, sprawled out in a chair with his chin tucked under his paw. Suddenly he jerked his tail sharply and violently, and the silver chain linking him to Marta’s wing – as we remember, she had a wing instead of her left arm – with a metallic sound, the chain went up in a rapid wave. Marta didn’t have time to take a step before a tug of the taut chain tore her toward Tiger. 

 – “Are you running away again, dear Marta?” – he asked

Marta sat very close to Tiger, with her nose in his soft fur.

– “I’m in beta testing mode.” – She mumbled

– “Why did you burn down the house before you departed?” 

– “Well, that was logical!” – Marta turned away and cockily turned her nose up – “So that I would not have a chance to go back.” 

– “My favorite beige trench coat burned there.” 

– “That doesn’t matter at all,” – Marta smiled victoriously – “I shouldn’t be scolded for that! Why do you need a coat if we’re going to summer?”