So I was there in the zoo, looking at the tiger exhibit (by the way, did you know that a tiger can eat up to 60 pounds at a time?) and I was pouncing and roaring and jumping and doing all the things that tigers could do, when all of a sudden, there was this little kid who suddenly saw me and ran up to the caretaker, squeaking excitedly. I was worried at first, I thought I was mistaken for my twin again and they’ll ask me to sign a shirt or a pineapple or a turnip, when suddenly, Mr. Caretaker man pulled out this radio and said clearly, "Escaped tiger on the loose! Escaped tiger on the loose! Be on alert! I’m now going to try and neutralize it," and he then proceeded to walk towards me! Yikes! So I ran and ran and ran, but Mr. Caretaker man chased after me! Thankfully, I was able to escape, but I think I scared the people off. Maybe my orange-y color (it’s already paler now, but I’m still as orange as an, urm, orange) and my stripes had something to do with it? Anyway, I’m back at home blogging right now, and I think I’ll wait for a while for my color to subside. I guess I did too good a job as a tiger.@_@