Do Not Feed ME to the Animals

by Chessie aged 10

I was once considered a tasty looking meal,
I’m glad I escaped my encounter,
With the meanest looking tiger!
I knew not to stick my hands through the bars,
But my friend did.
I told her to take them out but she didn’t.
Usually I would have told,
But this time I decided to help
So I stuck my hands in and pushed hers out.
But mine wouldn’t do what hers did…
Just then, a huge tiger walked towards my hands!
I wriggled and struggled but nothing would free me,
I thought I was done for,
Until the tiger freed me!
He scratched at the bars and hit them until they bent,
He freed me! I was saved!
And who would of thought a tiger
would have been lots of help?

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