After a day of earning wages, our hero’s plan for the evening was to help disassemble a cooking implement to send home with his parents for a birthday celebration.

This was a challenging task, as two of the four there were on restrictions of one sort or another. Slowly, but surely, bolts were removed and pieces loaded to head out.

Clearly everyone had been around a bit too long, as one of the many tigers located in the Dale of Beaver leaped over a fence, crossed the modest land holdings and charged in. Fortunately, the hairs on our hero’s back stuck up and he ducked to the side.

The tiger leaped over our hero and turned to attack others. Our hero had no choice but to stand and charge. Our hero blocked routes to his partner and parents. The tiger charged again, roaring. By luck our hero was able to redirect the charge away again.

The battle continued, swipes and punches were exchanged. Our hero fought on and with a moment of time and a burst of adrenaline, our hero was able to leap in the air and do an elbow drop on the back of the tiger.

Our hero yelled out, mostly in pain, but the tiger decided to cut his losses, and charged off.

Our hero’s mother, father and partner went to help, but clearly something was wrong.

After a bit of safety and a drain in adrenaline, our hero went inside their humble home to try and clean his hands. When attempting to do so, our hero noticed something poke up through his skin near his left elbow.

Our hero and partner sent his parents home, instead of sharing a meal. Our hero and partner headed to a nearby medical facility.

Apparently there had been quite the night, with many people who appeared to be sick, others who may have had their own interaction with tigers.

So let this be a warning to those who come visit to the Dale of Beaver, there are tigers and they can be aggressive.

During a recent performance at the temple theater, I have taken to heart, “If the story is boring, add a tiger”.