| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/somedaylisten.shtml Contests The look in the tiger’s eyes was one of pukiness. From a distance, when he saw the gazelle across the African Veldt, the graceful animal looked small, like a morsel. He sprang through the tall grass, and a hundred lesser creatures fled, scurrying and diving into hidey-holes in the dark earth. Ten feet from his prey, he left the ground. His claws caught the gazelle and brought it to ground. Now, half an hour later, his stomach felt on the verge of detonation, with more than half the prey still uneaten. “Clean your plate!” his mother had admonished him since early cub-hood. He groaned. The gazelle was much, much bigger than it looked. The tiger thought about what his wife had said as he left for work. “When are you going to get your eyes checked?”
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