Lin Shaio Lan was running out of time. The Year of the Tiger was about to pounce upon her and still no baby. Next year would be The Rabbit. She was a Rabbit, timid to decide, but darting out of danger at the last possible moment. After that would be the year of the Dragon. Shaio Lan thought, that at last a Dragon Baby would shut everyone up. Maybe she should accept the standing offer to marry Mr. Wu.