the winter was cold
the little tiger passed the time of hunting ways, last night was a very late night. The more she waited the less could get
The breakfast was lying there, THEN bang it was all in the tummy with'n the others that laid there
the day pasted with hours to go nothing was going to stop the tiger getting the one and only gem
the wood cut the tigers paws and made it into a paper cut her life was at risk.
the gem was a crown, her new life awaits the part her. it was not over yet. The sun was the key to follow for her dreams
it was like the movies for her, when she was littler she always wanted to be a ruler of a part. They didn't hunt in the part that she ruled she went to hunt on bigger feasts
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