My Pet Tiger

Poachers

So it was the middle of the night. I got up and silently walked downstairs. I had to hold my breath to keep from yelling in pain. Because I broke my left arm and the railing was on the left side if the stairs I couldn't hold the railing so I had to walk on my bad foot. When I got downstairs I put on some big boots instead of shoes to give my foot some room so it wasn't squished and hurting so bad. I walked out the door and closed it very carefully so I didn't wake anyone up. I grabbed a flashlight on my way out. I turned on the flashlight and began walking towards the house with the big black moving truck. I looked around the front of the house. It was nothing suspicious. Just a normal white house with a brown roof and a couple of windows in the front. There was a small garden and a tree in the front yard and a little chair on the front porch. There was a little welcome Matt in front of the door. A completely normal house. Even a normal car. Just a blue van with a bumper sticker with a stupid pun that you can get at the dollar store. No big suspicious moving truck or anything. I walked up to the door and peeked in through a window. The curtains were closed of course. I rang the doorbell then ran and hid behind the tree. I waited. And waited. No one answered. Of course no one would wake up to answer the door at 12:00 pm but it was a pretty loud bell if you ask me. That would wake anyone up. So you'd think they would be curious to see who was there or at least yell at them for waking you up in the middle if the night. But no one came. No lights came on or anything. I walked back up to the door. I reached under the doormat. I regretted it so much when I found the house key. I couldn't stand not knowing. I had to do it. I put the key in the whole and unlocked the door. I quietly walked in. I felt horrible. I was technically committing a huge crime by breaking into someone's home. I regretfully turned on the light. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Covering the walls was animal skin up and down the walls. Tigers, zebras, panthers, cheetahs, every wild animal you can think of. And there were animal skin cushion and seat covers, carpets, jackets, blankets, even tablecloth! It was horrifying and depressing seeing all these dead animal skins. I suddenly didn't feel so bad about breaking into this house because it wasn't nearly as bad a crime as what these horrible people were committing. I ran out the door stupidly for getting to turn the light off. I slammed the door shut and stuck the key in my pocket not really even thinking. I ran to the back yard having an idea as to what had been in that truck. When I got in the backyard I just had to cry. All these years we've been living next to... I just can't even. I cried. I searched their backyard. There was nothing but grad and a tree in the yard. That's it! I say not he ground and thought hard. What was I going to do?! I lay down and looked at the stars. I closed my eyes. I prayed for all those animals. I felt my cast. I touched it a few times. Something was wrong. It seemed bigger. I ran my hand down the side. It was laying on something that was making it higher up. I opened my eyes and shines my flashlight in it. My arm was on a small metal...um...thing. I lifted my arm and looked at it. It had a little circle in it. Naturally I pushed on the circle. I freaked out when a large trap door in the ground began to open up. I covered my mouth trying not to scream when in a huge pit in the ground lay a tiger the size of a minivan sleeping peacefully next to a bowl of fresh meat. She was beautiful. The prettiest animal you have ever seen. Her eyes began to open. The most beautiful blue eyes. She was perfect. She lifted her head and stood up. She walked gracefully and moved like a ballerina. The most perfect creature on the planet! She roared fiercely at me but I couldn't break eye contact with the twinkle in her eyes. She moved up the stairs in the pit slowly towards me. I quickly slapped the button and the opening closed. I got the worst feeling in the pit if my stomach. This perfect animal was no pet to these people. She was a warm winter jacket and lots of paper money. I felt awful. I wanted to let her free. I wanted to push that button and watch her run back to the jungle. Where she belongs. But I couldn't do that. She would never be able to find her way back to the jungle. And I couldn't just let her rome around the town. She would hunt people for food. She's not a bad animal that's just her nature. And a majestic tiger like her would never last a day in the city anyway. Poachers would catch her again. Police might kill her. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't be a neighbor to...to...poachers!