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.
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