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Fangs, Claws And Stripes
28 May, 2002
Author: Don Fraser

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I was assigned by a national magazine to take pictures of the monkeys of India. After traveling many miles, I came to the edge of a jungle, where I was sure that monkeys lived, just as I was about to enter the jungle with my camera, I heard the monkeys scream and chatter, and then there was silence, Out of the jungle stepped a large and beautiful tiger, I feared for my life, for all that I had was my camera.

That tiger was the biggest surprise I had ever had, it walked up to me and nuzzled my face and rubbed itself on my body, At first I thought it was growling, but then I realized it was purring, It was plain that, that tiger loved humans.

When I reached a big city in India, I heard the story of the tiger and the old man. It seems a man found an orphaned tiger cub and raised it as close to him as could be, and when the old man grew old and died, the tiger was left alone. I met that tiger, and I will never forget it as long as I may live.

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