Once upon a time, there was a Tiger named Tony. Tony left his mom and found an older Tiger who showed him the ropes. He was hungry, so he went into the woods to hunt. He found a wounded tiger with no teeth and only one arm from a rival pride. Tony tore into the tiger and shredded it to pieces. Tony felt powerful. Tony's friends cheered him and told him he was the greatest. Tony got hungry again, so he went into the woods again. Tony found an eagle and jumped on it. The eagle had no chance. Tony felt powerful again, but he also felt prideful and started to brag to all of his friends and even argued with them when they tried to warn him that there were animals in the jungle that won't roll over for him. Then, Tony got hungry again and went to hunt again. He came up on a black bear that was licking its wounds from all the gouging it took on from a group of wild boars. Tony seized the opportunity to scratch those wounds and the bear rolled over and cried. Tony thought he was king of the jungle. Tony not only felt prideful and powerful. Tony thought he was god's gift to the jungle. Not only did he brag to his friends, he taunted his enemies. Then, Tony got hungry again. So, thinking he owned the jungle, he ventured to the top of the hill of the jungle. There, he found a herd of large beasts with long trunks. Tony thought to himself, wow I can't wait to tell my friends about taking down this herd. So, Tony ran up the hill and....Hmmm. It sure is quiet. Tony? Tony? um.... Tony?