Once Henry and his dog, Laird Angus McAngus (Angus for short), had gone exploring for bears. But that was in the winter. Now it was summer and time to explore the jungle.

"We may find a tiger," Henry told his mother.

"Well, don't get eaten," his mother said, handing him his lunch.

It was harder exploring the jungle than Henry thought it would be. On the way the grass was so high he could hardly see over it. And not all of the inhabitants were friendly.

Still, explorers are brave. When they find a tiger, they know just what to do. It is such moments of triumph that make exploring worthwhile, and make reading about it almost as good.

From the dust jacket of the Purple House Press edition