I was working at my computer in the back room when my two dogs started barking like crazy, which is typically how I know that someone has arrived at my front door. I sprinted to my door and was astonished at what I saw when I opened it.
For there was George, the chairman of my local neighborhood association standing on my front porch with a tiger on a chain.
"Howdy!", he said in that western drawl he affects (I know for a fact he was born in Connecticut), "we've been havin' a mess o' trouble in the neighborhood and we need to keep y'all safe, so I'm bringin' you this tiger".
"Wha... WHAT!?!", I barely managed to spit out.
"Yeah, this tiger right here. He's a beaut, ain't he?", he said. I could never be quite sure if that was a grin on his face, or a smirk.
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