Answer and Explanation:
August 23
I have just returned from the National Park (name of the park, if you wish to add it). Who would have thought what was meant to be a calm morning out hiking could turn out this way? Frightening, yet inspiring.
A tiger was lurking in the shadows, beneath the tall trees, so leafy the sun could only shine through when their branches moved with the wind. There I stood, face to face with it. It did not seem to appreciate my presence there. While it saw me as a disturbance, I saw it as a threat. My body froze, but my heart did not. I has never beat so fast, so astonishingly rapidly. I bet the tiger could hear it, could sense it. The beating seemed loud even to my human, incapable ears.
The tiger began to walk toward me, slowly and heavily, its paws treading the dirt with a sort of decisiveness only a predator could possess. I readied myself to run, knowing it would be the shortest race of my life. There was no way I could escape it... unless there was. In the distance, something sounded. A gun? Thunder? I don't know. Whatever it was, it saved my life, for the tiger thought better to run away. It wanted to avoid whatever had caused the sound, whereas I wanted to thank it.
I'm lying in bed while I write this... hands still trembling. Still, my bed has never felt so comfortable. The shaky movement of my hands is nothing but a sign that I'm still alive.
NOTE: I got a bit carried away while writing. This has more than 80 words, so feel free to edit it.
