One day I was walking around the wild and I saw a baby tiger laid next to a dead looking mother.
suddenly I heared a cry from the baby cub that was laid next to a female tiger that was laid on the floor, I was in a big shock, I didn't know what to do, this baby was adorable.
At first I thought that the mother was asleep but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to go and investigate In case she got over protective over her young.
I was in the wild on my own doing a photography exhibition I was in my own little world, then suddlenly It seen the baby cub, I didn't have clue what to do.
I thought I was for the best to go and have a look why this baby was crying at this older tiger and she wasn't moving. sadly her/his mother was dead, it broke my heart to take the cub away but I thought it was the best thing to do.
suddenly it entered my mind that this little baby hasn't now got a mum and there dad won't be coming back because if there family gets hurt they leave for the best option then return later.
I decided to stay near the dead mother with the baby for a while, the baby decided to go back up to her/his mother for some milk that was left inside her, I didn't want to hand rear this little jem but he/her was only four weeks old.
I decided to go back to my hut with the baby cub and luckly she was used to going without food for a while till we got back to the hut, I tried her with a bottle of my milk. where wasn't any internet or anything so I couldn't do any research about how to look after a baby cub.
so this is where my challange begins!
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The tiger and me!
Non-FictionThis story is about me being an animal lover and falling in love with a baby tiger and hand rearing it up to be just as loved as every other tiger is.