Tiger's Remorse Continued - Part 2
Were they planning? Were they planning another attack? The tiger
watched silently from the safety of the jungle's green, fresh,
lively trees. The strange creatures made noises. New noises. The
sounds were not like the silences of the night, or the rumbling
excitement of the day. No, these were different, almost annoying
noises. The sounds that came from the mouths of these strangers
were not curved and smooth like those of the tiger's home. Theses
sounds were cracked, ugly, and ran as smooth as the snapping of
The tiger considered this; even the noise they produce is
evil. He stayed, watching from his hiding place. He then
thought about his home. Even the jungle wasn't safe. His cubs had
learned that the hard way, and he was more watchful now. All he
had left was his mate, Deepti. She had a title for she had been
captured by man when she was young. That was how she and the
tiger had met. Deepti was being taken care of by man's young, and
was in danger of being killed due to an accident.
The tiger had heard the cry of another young of his kind, and
attacked the man's young. The young had cried out in pain,
shouting at Deepti, or glow, to help her. But she was already far
away in the protection of her new home.
The tiger did not remember this now. He was too old to remember
how they had come to know each other, but he did know that she
was of great worth and pride to him.
Crack! Quicker than he knew himself capable of, he threw
himself up and spun around. Nothing there, just a bush baby. He
stared at the trembling animal, heart bounding. When he had
calmed down, he turned around, and felt a sudden pounding in his
right leg, as if it had a heartbeat. He saw man, closer than he
ever had, and was knocked out.
To be continued...
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