The Autobiography of a Tiger in a Zoo
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I am a Royal Bengal Tiger, one of the most ferocious animals in the world. I have a long, graceful body and sharp canines and black stripes on my lush fur. But here I am in this zoo, in a cage. How unhappy I am shut up behind the bars of this cage! I have little space to move about as compared to my jungle. I do have enough to eat and I am well looked after. Yet I am not at all happy. I remember my early years in the Sunderbans in West Bengal. I roamed freely and happily in the forest with my mother. All animals were scared of us. My mother hunted at night and fed me. I was so happy to just stay in the forest. There was a small clearing in the forest where a water hole was situated. I remember many care-free days swimming in the water hole with my mother. I used to love lazing in the Sun during the day. One day a group of poachers shot down my mother and killed her. They carried me away with them. I was a cub then and terrified to see my mother killed. I was put in a zoo. At first, I missed my mother and the forest a lot. Gradually I got used to living in the zoo.
I am now a fully-grown, magnificent tiger. If I roar, my keepers run for their lives. My keepers take good care of me but it makes me sad that I have been deprived of my freedom. Every day a crowd of visitors come and stare at me. Some marvel at my beauty others just harass me. I dislike being stared at and it makes me angry when visitors start pushing stick or rods into my cage. If only I was free, I would have taught these visitors a good lesson. Alas! I am not free hence; I would not have had to put with such ill-treatment. I really miss my forest. I often dream that I am back in the forest, running around, swimming in the water hole and hunting for some game. Nothing would make me happier. But it is just a dream and dreams seldom come true.
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