Old Indian Tale
Acha (my dad) and I dashed to the parade. We were late to see
these tiger, leopard and lion animals, but I didn’t know what they were called
in India. One of the parade tigers jumped out of the cart and slowly walked
toward Acha and me. I was scared for a second, but not to the point where I
would cry, when my dad grabbed my hand and punched the tiger while he was
kicking it. I now think that was what the parade animals were supposed to do or
it was a joke. Anyway the tiger ran away and jumped back into his parade cart
with all the other animals.
Author’s note:
This story took place in India when I was three. My dad and I came to an Indian parade, then this
exclusive story occurred.
