I have to escape. Not tommorow. Tonight. Loudly, I roared (well, growled ) to attract the drivers attention. Then I did it again, even louder. And again. And again. Suddenly, he stopped the van and opened the door.
"Shut up!" He screamed at me, but I didn't stop, "I warned you!"
The moment he opened the cage doors, I pounced on him and clawed and scratched him as much as my claws could. Once I did, I ran as fast as I could through the speedy cars. I didn't think this part through. How could a tiny tiger cub like me go through a speedway? The answer is the tiger's funeral. Without thinking, I ran to the side of the road and kept running. And running. For what seemed Like hours, I arrived at a small building full of , fooood!!! I'm starving! Making sure no one saw me, I dived into a packet of crisps and munched them down. It was so good! My stomach was having a celebration from this sudden rush of delicious food. Making me jump, a small girl gave me a large bit of chicken. This was the kindest girl I have ever come across. Her parents weren't like that unfortunately....
"Don't give food to that monster Emma!" Her mother screeched as she snatched the bit of chicken from my small paws.
I could see the dissapointment in her eyes. After that happened, she whispered to her friend that was next to her and left with her -horrible- mom. Once they were gone, her friend gently grabbed me in a warm blanket and we were walking down the street together (well, she was walking and I was just in her arms). Once we got in her house, she put me on her bed and went out the room. Two kind people in one day. That's a record! After a few minutes, she came back up with a bowl of water and a bowl of food. Immediately, I scoffed it down in a matter of seconds. I'm so glad I escaped. I guess I will have my happy ending after all. After all that food, I snuggled in a pile of blankets and fell asleep.
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When I woke up, the girl that took me here showed me a poster of me? And a huge MISSING above it.
"Are you from the circus little tiger?" She asked me.
I'm terrified. They're after me. What if they find me? I 'll be punished! I should calm down. They won't find me. They can't. Suddenly, her mom burst through the door and snatched me up!
"You're going back to the circus you monster!" Are all children's parents this evil?
I guess I thought wrong about having a happy ending. They only happen in stories. I'm sorry mum...
