animal as subject
Tony the Tiger, last journal.
Hello, thanks for coming to the reading of Tony’s last will. We sent a special research team down to Mexico City to try and find Tony’s last words and will. It was a very difficult task, since, as you all know, tony suffered a very untimely and sudden death.
However, we were fortunate to find some pages from Tony’s journals.
Please forgive if at times they appear to be a bit random, please understand that tony did go through a very hard and irregular life and could not get a good understanding of any language other than his own.
Shall we begin?
I am tony the tiger, both my father and my mother were the monarchs of the Bengal region, where I was born. . I had 7 siblings and do not know much about them.
When I was 1 year old, I was trying to climb a tree and it was a very difficult task. When I could finally manage to get to the top, I realized that my whole family had been taken away by a group of men. I had heard all these cub stories of the tiger thieves but never really believed in them.
I was very scared, I could not get down from the tree, I was afraid the thieves would come for me too. I slept in the tree for three days, no food no water, only the sight of my family being kidnapped.
I must’ve been either very hungry or tired because on the third day, I fell off the tree, made a loud noise on the ground and got awaken very abruptly.
I realized the thieves were not there anymore. I could roam again in my territory. I enjoyed roaming wherever I wanted I learned to prey, to hunt, to find shelter. The Bengal region was mine. Then again, how little did I know, I was only two years old. I was feeling too comfortable and lowered my guard. It was then, that the tiger thieves captured me.
I was under a heavy net as I had people poking at me, tickling me and speaking to me in a very strange language, like a human cub.
…I got the sunrise, the sunset, the thieves, the city, the smells, the food, the sea, the ships, the waves, the sunrise, the sunset, the sea, the ship, the cargo, the waves, the city, the smog, the food, my cage. Everything I got was through my cage. Everything was filtered, even light was framed, it would never be free again from this cage…
So I arrived to this prison on top of a hill, a strong smell of dead animals floated to my nose, I would later realize it was the dead birds that I was being fed.
The lion sharing the cage with me was not very happy with the meal plan we had, but there was nothing we could do.
I spun around the prison thinking of a way out, sunsets and sunrises passed by, the same guy came everyday to feed us the dead birds, they were disgusting. I would have preferred to eat some greens. But I had to eat, I could not go on a food denial.
One night, when the moon was shining bright, shining bright through my cage, I was having a nightmare. It was a recreation of the time when the humans caught me. In my dreams I was bit older, stronger and wiser, I would not let them take me. I was at the point when I realized the presence of humans. And then I heard the lion calling me.
Lion – Hey tiger, the human is here, he’s got more dead birds for you. Huh!.
Tiger – I hate dead meat! I hate it. I hate it.
I jumped at the humans in my dreams and tore them apart; I would not let them take me again. I kept hearing the lion calling me. When I finally woke up, I saw I had eaten half of the body of the guy with the dead birds. I was actually pretty full.
The lion was having a feast too; he jumped at the opportunity and was eating the human. I went to the back of the prison to write some lines. I ll have to write some more lines later, there’s more humans approaching and I am not sure when will I have a live meal again in my life…. for a tiger in a smoky cage, today im shining bright…
