A fabulous tiger lived in an oak
The more she saw the less she spoke
The less she spoke the more she heard
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
Word of the day: zoanthropy – delusion that one is an animal
Somebody brought a small hyperactive boy onto this morning’s train. Now I know it can be unavoidable, and I felt sorry for the poor mum who looked worn ragged beyond sense, but a kid on the morning train is never a good idea. Everybody is grumpy, groggy and quiet as commuters try to cope with the start of a new day. Just think of the bad karma this kid is building up to work off later in life, all those angry thoughts heading in his direction as he squeals and thumps the seats. No child can properly understand how rush hour trains are, and this excitable boy was simply confused why no one wanted to play. He’d run up and down the aisle trying to start conversations, until finally he spotted fabulous woman. She was sitting opposite me, attention on her phone.
Today, along with the orange striped hair and claw rings, she was wearing orange eye shadow a stripy t-shirt. She looked especially fabulous. Excitable boy stopped and stared for a bit, then said,
‘Are you pretending to be a tiger?’
Fabulous woman gave him an intense glare, one that must have cut right through his hyperactivity and into his soul, and said,
‘No. I AM a tiger.’
Excitable boy slunk back to his seat and stayed quiet for the rest of the journey, occasionally looking over to where she sat. Not fearful, but in awe.
I waved my head about like a snake trying to catch her eye. Eventually she looked over and nodded. Then she stared out the window for the rest of the journey, constantly ready in case another desperate situation called for a tiger.
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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😀
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You HAVE to talk to her, you know that don’t you? Buy yourself a headband with tiger ears on – they must be available – and growl at her…
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Hmm, either she would realise I was her kin and growl back, we could spend the journey growling back and forth, I could let her try on my ears. OR she would think I was taking the piss, swipe me with her tiger claws and then knock me out the window. Is it worth the risk??
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Yup…
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I like how you’re happy for me to take that risk! 😛
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😂😂😂
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Well, Id expect the train to be quiet..with a tiger in a crowded space. 😾
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Every train should have one!
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That is definitely one fabulous woman 😂
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Isn’t she just!
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Oh, this is wonderful, and beautifully recounted! And I smiled at your choice of illustration too, in view of past discussions…
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