Dear diary ,
I am
in a gloomy, dark cave with my cute cubs.
I am scared but my cubs are with filling
me with hope .Will we live? Let me explain what has happened. There I was, taking care of my adorable cubs in a diminutive way in the hulking forest.
I was axiomatic when
I saw that figure. Beyond the beautiful skies I was sensing danger. I can sniff
danger. Boom! I scuttle away. The hunter is after me.
I am sprinting faster then
a soldier in a war galloping from the tank. I help my baby cub up. Screaming bullets remarkably miss me. I misguide the hunter and
perish away from the unmissable man. My baby cubs are as malnourished as a
car fuming out petrol.
From,
Tiger
PS (I hope the hunter must have a legitimate reason for killing me).
