title: Tigers (I Can Read Level 2)
author:  Sarah L. Thomson 
description: Kindergarten-Grade 3&ndash;Riveting full-color photos, simple vocabulary, and large print make this an appealing choice for beginning readers. Featuring images from the Wildlife Conservation Society, the book is not divided into sections, but does supply details about the tiger's striped patterns, hunting habits, weight, cubs, and territorial behavior. There is an emphasis on species endangerment and preservation. Although the facts are clearly presented, the tone is sometimes too simplistic, such as "All cats are hunters, just like tigers. House cats are pets." When describing the tiger's size, it is misleading to say that its weight of 550 pounds is "&hellip;more than two baby elephants," when elephants can weigh between 250 and 320 pounds at birth. Tigers are said to live in "&hellip;forests or jungles or swamps," or the snows of Russia, or "&hellip;parts of India," but there is no mention of other countries, and there is no map. Don Middleton's <I>Tigers</I> (PowerKids, 1999) gives slightly more information, has easy vocabulary, and is better written.<I>&ndash;Lynda Ritterman, Atco Elementary School, Waterford, NJ</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  _DEDICATION_
  
   _Special thanks to Gillian Philip_
  
  CONTENTS
  
   _Dedication_
  
   _Chapter One_
  
   _Chapter Two_
  
   _Chapter Three_
  
   _Chapter Four_
  
   _Chapter Five_
  
   _Chapter Six_
  
   _Chapter Seven_
  
   _Chapter Eight_
  
   _Chapter Nine_
  
   _Chapter Ten_
  
   _Excerpt from_ __Survivors: Moon’s Choice__
  
   _Excerpt from_ __Survivors #6: Storm of Dogs__
  
   _Back Ads_
  
   _About the Author_
  
   _Books by Erin Hunter_
  
   _Copyright_
  
   _About the Publisher_
  
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   _CHAPTER ONE_
  
  Not my eyes, Callie! Not my eyes . . .
  
   _Sweet ducked and twisted out of reach just as the Beta lashed out her claws,
  the tip of one catching Sweet’s cheekbone. Knocked off-balance, Sweet fell and
  rolled, then sprang back to her paws, snarling defiance, her fur and hackles
  prickling. She could feel blood beading on her face_. If Callie’s claw had
  found my eyeball . . . _She shuddered_.
  
   _Sweet gave her pelt a firm shake as the two of them circled each other
  warily, but she couldn’t 