watched, my anxiety growing. The festival was getting closer and closer. If the Tiger King started a riot and broke out of his cage, there was no telling how many people he would kill. And if the other animals followed him, the consequences would be unimaginable. People would be killed or injured, and the animals would be
put down.
The only thing I could do now was try to talk some sense into the Tiger King. I
didn’t
want him to be shot.
I went and picked out a large bag of fresh, delicious chicken legs and went to the tiger enclosure. There wasn’t a single visitor in sight. The area still stank, especially the tiger’s cage. The waste inside hadn’t been cleaned out, and the ground was still filthy.
I stopped a passing coworker and asked, “Why hasn’t the tiger enclosure been cleaned?”
“That tiger is terrifying. Who would dare go in there? We just leave it,” he said impatiently, walking a
away.
I sighed and walked up to the cage with the bag of chicken legs. The glanced at me, and showed no reaction.
I tossed the chicken legs in. He didn’t reject them this time, just started
Tiger King was resting with
eating them one by one.
Closed, but he sensed my presence. He opened his eyes,
I looked around. The white egrets were flying overhead again.
A new message appeared in the chat.
TheWhiteEgrets (Shared Account): [Berry is giving the Tiger King a private meal again! More big chicken legs!]
MonkeyKing: [No way! How come I don’t get that treatment?
Does
