"Well I'm Taj. You look light enough to ride on my back for a while if you still want to rest."
You gladly accept the offer and climb on.
"So what's your business up on the hill?" asks the tiger.
"I'm going to see if someone can make me ticklish."
"You're not ticklish at all? Any of you?"
"Not a bit," you sigh.
"Well, it so happens I'm going to sign on as a potions guru. I might be able to help. Get off for a moment, will you?" so, you do. Taj immediately licks straight across your belly.
"Ew, what?" you protest, trying to wipe off the spit with your fur.
"Let me see your feet," the tiger demands. So, you sit down in a nearby clearing and face your soles towards him. "Hefty. Pronounced ball, heel, and toepads. Well worn, too. Would be nice for tickling, only if." With that, he licks both feet, heel to toe. Doesn't tickle a bit, but it feels good.
"Well, I could help you out right here for free, but I don't know if i can find all the ingredients and you'll never see the mansion. Or, we could just continue on. your call, really."
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