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Tiger: A Fictional Narrative

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TAP, TAP, TAP. The rain pounded softly on his straw hat. The five-foot, ten-inch Tiger remained pacified, yet his muscles tensed by the second. He did not have time to deal with a bandit brigade. They surrounded him, four against one. All four of them seasoned combatants. Duddakub never doubted their skill in the first place. He knew immediately he had to be careful. His ember eyes judged their ragged garbs deceptive. All four bandits are Lynxes; they are felid like him – cat-like, only a foot shorter. Their heads had piercing eyes and thick fur lining around their faces, as well as ebony ears, spots and whiskers. They also had short tails. Their garb ranged from yellow, green, black, and blue hues. Duddakub did not draw his sword, yet …show more content…

“Get the tail, you idiots!” called the female bandit. Get the tail!” Her three comrades agreed in unison. “Right!” They swiftly repositioned themselves and assaulted the Tiger from right and left and front.
Duddakub sighed and performed a fantastic seven-foot jump. Thus, the three Lynxes smashed into each other, too late to stop. “My head!” they complained, rubbing it. In seconds, the Tiger landed on three limbs gracefully, and straightened his stature. He did not react quickly enough, however. He did not expect the next thing. Poof! A cylinder object exploded. Exposed, Duddakub’s eyes watered in tears and visibility fell to just gray …show more content…

Agony worsened within moments; Duddakub flinched. “Ug-ow!” Sharp Pain ran through his spine; something moist and warm spewed out from his three-foot tail. Something happened to it. A short time later, the smoke dissipated, and the bandits disappeared. Regaining his nerves, Duddakub discovered his long tail now lost two-foot; one foot remained, with blood oozing from it. The resulting pain became torture as the Tiger struggled to tie a cloth piece around his wounded tail. He tied it tightly, so it would stem blood flow. “Tiger-bite,” he cursed softly. “Tiger bit them all.” Following his agonizing ordeal, the rain stopped and the sun began to peek from the clouds. Duddakub slowly made his way out of the mountain pass. A river flowed through the forest, and he tracked its course; ultimately, it led to a crossroad of rough cobblestone, leading to a stone bridge. A village settlement was on the other side. WHEN DUDDAKUB WALKED to the six-foot sign, it read,

WELCOME TO WOODROW VILLAGE – THE EMPIRE MUST GO

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