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The ridiculous accounts of a tired tiger

So there I was, just prowling the grasslands, ha ha, what else is new, when these two humans pop up from behind this rhododendron. I know, right? A male and a female. So I’m thinking maybe they were mating or something, because it is that season, but when they saw me, they darted off — right towards Siberia. Now, I don’t know about you, but I never have any energy after mating. Anypoop, I followed after them back to their pack, where they had set up nests everywhere. And when they slept? Swear to God, I ate their freakin’ young.

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Title by: Tashley
Story by: Nick

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