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The Hungry Tiger
Fantasy myth
The boy looked at his reflection each day. What he saw was different from the image everyone else could see.
“I am a tiger,” he told his parents, and, to appease him, they went along with the idea and gave him a big cat mask.
“You are a tiger, son,” they said.
After a while, they noticed differences in him. He slinked rather than walked and preened his hair rather than brushed it.
Eventually, he sprouted coarse stripes, and a stump grew at the bottom of his spine that inched longer every hour.
“I don’t eat vegetables now,” he told his parents, “I eat fresh meat.”
They continued to feed him vegetable burgers, however, until their disappearance.
Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.
