By the time Yvonne Lynch realized she was being carried along in the jaws of a large tiger and the scenery had finally stopped moving, more than three minutes had passed before her vision swam from a white blur into focus.
A white tiger named Snowy dropped Yvonne Lynch in front of Flora Bloom, then docilely crouched beside her and nuzzled her hand.
"Snowy! How many times have I told you? Stop carrying people around in your mouth for fun!" Flora Bloom remembered the last time she'd needed to see Shelly. Snowy had brought Shelly to her in the same fashion, and the poor girl had fainted.
"Are you okay, Yvonne Lynch?"
Yvonne Lynch stared at the pair of fair, slender legs before her and unsteadily pushed herself to her feet. She gave her ringing head a shake.
"Miss Flora Bloom, your pet is certainly... unique." Yvonne Lynch still felt weak all over, and the look she gave Snowy was filled with horror.
Flora Bloom gave Snowy a light kick on the rump. "Go on, shoo! Go play with Vert!"
