Setting out with mother-packed lunch, a bunch of ""H"" flags for marking the trail, and Laird Angus McAngus (a terrier who looks like a caterpillar with ears), Henry penetrates the impenetrable jungle (""impenetrable) was Henry's favorite new word"") to look for tiger. Threading his way through lollipop trees in a rural landscape, he overcomes the local beasts at safe distances, and then, at the edge of the jungle, he finds. . .a tiger. Like any self-respecting little boy, he runs away, right into the cage end of a truck, and then squeezes out through the bars, a trick the tiger (who follows him in) can't duplicate. Two excited men running down the road explain that their tiger got out en route to the circus, and Henry springs the good news. Seeing him drive up with a tiger, Henry's mother is the second most surprised, but The Explorer (1966) clues her in: being afraid is part of the role. He is man enough to appreciate a ticket to the circus, wise enough to plan more general safaris in the future. He's awfully cute -- and heady, more style than substance.