Hi everyone, Im new to this!
This is an idea for a book I've had in my mind for a long time, just recently I've put it to word pad.
This is the very first bit, please comment, criticism is very welcome!
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The first time I saw Tegan, was at The Zoo.
Of course then, he was named Roger, at the time I was staying with my Auntie Joan, in New York.
I’m English, a country girl, and have never been abroad before, apart from a short trip to France a while ago. So it was a big change, to be out in the ‘big city’ with all those immensely tall sky-scrapers and buildings.
When I went to Central Park Zoo, it was just Joan and I, for my Uncle Pete had taken Jimmy, my younger brother, out shopping.
You may ask why it is not Joan and I who go shopping while the boys go to the Zoo?
Simple. I hate shopping, Jim loves it.
Anyway, so Joan and I walk in the gates, and there are hordes of screaming little over-excited children running about the place.
Through all the noise, Joan gestures towards the sign that says ‘Tiger and Lion enclosures’ as it looked slightly less packed that way.
We made our way along side a huge cage with think iron bars, when I felt someone’s eyes on me.
I looked around me, but there didn’t seem to be anyone in particular staring. Joan had wandered off in her as use way, and I turned to the cage.
Pressed right up against the bars a ginormus cat was penetrating me with its huge yellow eyes, the size of my fist.
It struck me for the few mini-seconds I stood there, that there was a great sadness in those beautiful eyes.
The beast suddenly blinked, and I fell from its spell, suddenly I jumped backwards, started that I had been so close to this great animal.
I bumped into someone as I stepped backwards, I uttered a quick ‘sorry’ at the grumpy man, then I turned back to the cage.
The tiger, which, just a second ago, was glued to the bars, now, was all the way over at the other side of the enclosure, in an apparently deep sleep.
I blinked a few times, wondering about it, and then I noticed at small sign attached to the cage.
It read - Tiger. Orphaned in poaching accident. 15 years old. In captivity 5 yrs. Name: Roger.
Almost as an afterthought they added - Please do not pet.
What a boring name for a fantastic tiger. I thought, looking into the cage again.
Roger the tiger was strolling across to his water bowl, I could see his impressive muscles rippling as he walked, those giant paws flexing there dagger-like claws every time he took a step.
He looked terrifying, and I felt out of breath and tingly all over, and I had to sit down on the nearest bench, to catch my breath. I spotted my Aunt, snapping pictures like crazy of the penguins, which were waddling and swimming about.
I still felt a bit strange that night as I was lying on my side in the spare room, with Jim breathing gently beside me.
I thought about those big yellow eyes and shivered in my warm bed.
In the morning I woke with a vague feeling that I dreamed about something exciting, but as Uncle Pete came to wake us up for breakfast, it slipped out of my mind…
