The Tiger in the Garden

I'm going out in the car to have a day learning about tropical farming.

In Wellow there was a tiger in the garden , it was just a baby one,
and so it wasn't dangerous, and what was strange about it was that it
was in the place where the yurt was but it had died. It had been
killed by a sparrow hawk.

I'm with this friend pointing out to her the sparrow hawk with its
claws on the dead tiger cub. How on earth did this tiger cub get here? we wonder.

Hidden in the shadows was the mummy tiger, large and powerful. She
pounces on us, unaware, and I catch her stripes out of the corner of
my eye just in time to be able to protect me and my friend. The tigers
jaws catch on my friends leg, but I grab my friend and spin her round
in the air, with the tiger still attached to her foot, and bash the
tigers head on the head of one of the sculptures and kill the tiger.

We have such a fright that everywhere we go we are on the lookout for
tigers now.

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I'm wandering through the park.

Its dusk.

I leave my bike by these buildings and go and explore the bushes and
undergrowth.

I find I find a yurt, its late at night now, its around mid summer and
the following day is going to be a special open day in the park so I
want to be around for that. I decide to sleep in the yurt, but I've
forgotten my bike and think people might steal it so I get up very
early in the morning to find it.

There are already people up wandering the park. I hear the beautiful voice of this female singer who I have been listening to on my headphones. Its such an amazing coincidence that she is walking through the park on this day, when I am around to hear her, that I go to find her to listen and tell her what a wonderful voice she has.

I find her. She has dreadlocks and is dressed in hippy like clothing. I tell her I love her voice and she thanks me, and walks on by. I don't know what else to say, and think to follow her (i quite fancy her) when I catch the eye of a girl walking by with some friends, who I have not seen in many years who I used to fancy at secondary school. Her name is Rebecca. Its such a one off chance that she is here so I go to find her in the crowds to say hi.

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I'm with another friend now walking through the park. After telling this
friend the story about the tiger in Wellow she does not want to go anywhere off
the path. You just don't know what might be lurking in the bushes.

We are in a busy place , there are lots of people around an so she
feels safe within the crowds. We have these two trolleys, which have
all our stuff on. Hers is a little one but mine is a great big
trolley.

I get bored and frustrated pushing my trolley, especially as it keeps
getting in the way of people and bashing into them so I let it go and
wander on, until my friend says, 'where's our stuff?' And I feel
obliged to go and get it back, which I do. The people in the crowds
are quite friendly and have been looking after it for us.

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We find ourselves at a cricket match. One of the batsman is smacking
the ball for 4's and 6's. Its very entertaining. What is more
interesting is that I can predict when he's going to hit a big one
because I see it in my minds eye just before he does.