Tiger: The warm sun on my back, lying, resting. drowsiness comes over me and I sleep.
Hunter: A beautiful creature, lying low, sleeping. A sight my eyes behold. I wish it mine. It will soon be mine.
Tiger: I awake when I hear a bang. A pain- it comes from my leg. I quiver , and my head falls to the ground. Blackness.
Hunter: Dead. Now the glorious creature is mine, and it shall make me rich today.