|He'd spotted his prey. Just across from him, standing there, unsuspecting. He did not really know what kind of animal it was. It certainly wasn't his usual hunt, but it was small, and it seemed helpless, and it looked tasty.
He lay there, still as the rock. Staring, hungering. A twitch, his haunches lifting slightly in preparation, his body tensing in anticipation. That tiny prey stood there still, it had no idea.
Then, with nary a warning growl, He...
"King! King! Dinner big guy!" Came a call from his den.
"Look mommy, they're going to feed the tiger!" his prey exclaimed as she was tugged off to parts unknown.
King sighed, relaxed, and trotted off towards his meal of cold chicken. One of these days, ONE OF THESE DAYS, he was going to have something better, oh yes.