When I opened my eyes, I was floating on a cloud and ever so often, I thought I could feel a bump. It must have been a low flying cloud going over a range of Mountain.
From the edge of this cloud, I could look down and see land and I think it was India. The more I looked, I could see many wild animals. Elephants, Monkeys and Tigers and flocks of birds. Then the cloud drifted over bushy area and I saw a Tiger setting by a pile of bones, picking it’s teeth with a sharp claw. Close by, I recognized a hat, a jacket and some trousers and there was no denying, them boots were once mine.
It was then that I rose to the next level of clouds. There were more people just like me there. I ask, what happened to me. , but received no answer. No one was talking to anyone else. It was then that an old white haired person with a long white beard appeared.
He was setting behind a huge white desk with many record books on it. People, dressed in white robes were standing in front of him for a few moments and then disappeared. My turn came and I asked,” what had happened to me”, he ask my name, opened a book and said: Ask the one up there.
Then I was thinking, where was I, just a few minutes before this happened ? And what can I remember? Then I remembered, That I was with a hunting party in India and had gotten separated from them. As I wondered around searching for them I heard this Big Tiger cry with pain, Soon after that, the Tiger and I were eye ball to eye ball, she had also gotten a thorn in her foot.
I remembered a story about a Lion and a small monkey. The Lion had gotten a thorn in his paw and it was hurting so bad that he couldn’t move. So the monkey told the Lion that he could remove the thorn from his paw and it would hurt no more, But that the Lion had to promise to protect him from harm by any and all animals in the jungle. Every animal in this jungle was trying to catch this monkey and eat him. So they both agreed and life went on.
I told the tiger I could remove the thorn and it would hurt him no more, but he had to promise to protect me from being harmed by any animal in the jungle. He promised and I removed the thorn.
That was when the tiger struck me with one powerful blow with his paw and it sent me rolling and I was dead. She had picked my bones clean and that is how I came to be up here in the clouds. I had forgotten that Tigers do not make or keep promises.
The moral of this story is: Never believe all that you hear. All Wild Animals are dangerous and never ever trust a lady Tiger.
By: Ben R.
Nov. 13, 2011
It was then that I rose to the next level of clouds. There were more people just like me there. I ask, what happened to me. , but received no answer. No one was talking to anyone else. It was then that an old white haired person with a long white beard appeared.
He was setting behind a huge white desk with many record books on it. People, dressed in white robes were standing in front of him for a few moments and then disappeared. My turn came and I asked,” what had happened to me”, he ask my name, opened a book and said: Ask the one up there.
Then I was thinking, where was I, just a few minutes before this happened ? And what can I remember? Then I remembered, That I was with a hunting party in India and had gotten separated from them. As I wondered around searching for them I heard this Big Tiger cry with pain, Soon after that, the Tiger and I were eye ball to eye ball, she had also gotten a thorn in her foot.
I remembered a story about a Lion and a small monkey. The Lion had gotten a thorn in his paw and it was hurting so bad that he couldn’t move. So the monkey told the Lion that he could remove the thorn from his paw and it would hurt no more, But that the Lion had to promise to protect him from harm by any and all animals in the jungle. Every animal in this jungle was trying to catch this monkey and eat him. So they both agreed and life went on.
I told the tiger I could remove the thorn and it would hurt him no more, but he had to promise to protect me from being harmed by any animal in the jungle. He promised and I removed the thorn.
That was when the tiger struck me with one powerful blow with his paw and it sent me rolling and I was dead. She had picked my bones clean and that is how I came to be up here in the clouds. I had forgotten that Tigers do not make or keep promises.
The moral of this story is: Never believe all that you hear. All Wild Animals are dangerous and never ever trust a lady Tiger.
By: Ben R.
Nov. 13, 2011
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