Tiger's eyes unfold as he wakes up. Tiger rolls his muscles. Tiger practically purrs.
But not quite. It is a sunny morning and Tiger is ready for some ack-shunnn.
Tiger is ready for some prime time exercise.
Tiger walks out to the course. Tiger's muscles roll when he walks. Tiger feels good in the sun. He feels ready to do some pouncing.
Tiger's back is heavy with weaponry.
The prey scatter in front of Tiger, obvious white on soft green grass. They roll slowly in the grass and it is easy for Tiger to catch them.
He whacks one. Whacks another. Watches them fly. And he grins.
Tiger kills for sport.
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I woke up wet-skinned.
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