One morning the tiger woke up in th

One morning the tiger woke up in the jungle and told his mate that he was king of beasts.
“Leo, the lion, is king of beasts,” she said.
“We need a change,” said the tiger. “The creatures are crying for a change.”
The tigress listened but she could hear no crying, except that of her cubs.
“I’ll be king of beasts by the time the moon rises,” said the tiger. “It will be a yellow moon with black stripes, in my honour.”
“Oh sure,” said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of whom, a male, very like his father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.
The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion’s den. “Come out,” he roared,” and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, long live the king!”
Inside the den, the lioness woke her mate. “The king is here to see you,” she said.
“What king?” he inquired, sleepily.
“The king of beasts,” she said.
“I am the king of beasts,” roared Leo and he charged out of the den to defend his crown against the pretender.
It was a terrible fight and it lasted until the setting of the sun. All the animals of the jungle joined in, some taking the side of the tiger and others the side of the lion. Every creature from the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to repulse the tiger, and some did not knot know which they were fighting for, and some fought for both, and some fought whoever was nearest and some fought for the sake of fighting.
“What are we fighting for?” someone asked the aardvark.
“The old order,” said the aardvark.
“What are we dying for?” someone asked the zebra.
“The new order,” said the zebra.
When the moon rose, fevered and gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in which nothing stirred except a macaw and a cockatoo, screaming in horror. All the beasts were dead except the tiger, and his days were numbered and his time was ticking away. He was monarch of all he surveyed, but it didn’t seem to mean anything.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Suatu pagi harimau bangun di hutan dan mengatakan pasangannya bahwa ia adalah raja dari binatang.
"Leo, singa, adalah raja binatang," katanya.
"Kami butuh perubahan," kata harimau. "Makhluk menangis untuk perubahan."
harimau betina itu mendengarkan tapi ia bisa mendengar ada tangisan, kecuali bahwa dari anak-anaknya.
"Aku akan menjadi raja binatang pada saat bulan terbit," kata harimau. "Ini akan menjadi bulan kuning dengan garis-garis hitam, untuk menghormati saya."
"Oh, tentu," kata si harimau betina saat ia pergi untuk merawatnya muda, salah satunya, laki-laki, sangat mirip ayahnya, telah mendapat duri imajiner di kakinya.
Harimau berkeliaran melalui hutan sampai dia datang ke kandang singa. "Ayo keluar," ia meraung, "dan menyambut raja binatang! Raja sudah mati, lama tinggal raja! "
Di dalam gua, singa betina terbangun pasangannya. "Raja di sini untuk melihat Anda," katanya.
"Apa raja?" ia bertanya, mengantuk.
"Raja binatang," katanya.
"Aku adalah raja binatang," teriak Leo dan ia dikenakan keluar dari den untuk mempertahankan mahkotanya terhadap pura-pura itu.
Itu adalah pertarungan yang mengerikan dan berlangsung sampai terbenamnya matahari. Semua binatang hutan bergabung, beberapa mengambil sisi harimau dan lain-lain sisi singa. Setiap makhluk dari aardvark ke zebra mengambil bagian dalam perjuangan untuk menggulingkan singa atau harimau memukul mundur, dan beberapa tidak simpul tahu mana mereka berjuang untuk, dan beberapa berjuang untuk kedua, dan beberapa berjuang siapa pun terdekat dan beberapa berjuang demi pertempuran.
"Apa yang kita perjuangkan?" seseorang bertanya aardvark itu.
"Orde lama," kata aardvark itu.
"Apa yang kita mati?" seseorang bertanya zebra.
"Orde baru," kata zebra.
Ketika bulan naik, demam dan bungkuk, bersinar di atas hutan di mana tidak ada diaduk kecuali macaw dan kakatua, berteriak ngeri. Semua binatang yang mati kecuali harimau, dan hari-harinya diberi nomor dan waktunya berdetak. Dia adalah raja dari semua yang disurvei, tetapi tampaknya tidak berarti apa-apa.