Awaiting Adoption: Part 4
I turn around to see the tiger standing behind me.
What kind of getup is THAT??? Binoculars, a safari hat, safari boots, and a camouflage jacket - are we going to train on a barren mountain?
"Let me take you to the training site." she says.
ZAP!
Suddenly I'm standing in a field of grass - is this an island? - near a small body of water. If I wasn't going on a life-threatening journey, this would be pleasing.
It goes like this for about another half an hour: the tiger, now known by me as Empress, asks me questions about fighting, and I answer. She scribbles down the answers in her notebook, fast and furious.
"OW!!!"
Suddenly I'm on the ground, gasping for breath, with Empress standing on top of me - COMPLETELY!!! The ridges of her boots press into my fur, and her hot breath is on my cheek.
Swim? I can't swim. All you need to do is take one look at me and know it ain't happening. No sir, no way. I am not launching my body into that freezing water. Uh-uh. I'm a land animal.
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