Motor: Tiger! Tiger, where are you?
Motor: Oh there you are. What are you doing?
Tiger: Uh, Motor. What did it look like to you? I WAS sleeping?
Motor: Oh, I thought you were looking for me. Do you want to play? We can roll around and wrestle and I can chase you upstairs and down. Sounds like a lot of fun. Don't you think so Tiger?
The rumble begins and the fur starts flying. 
Motor: Uh Tiger, I think I've changed my mind.
Sweet Motor, Won't any one play with you!
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing about Tigers: they are not to be messed with.
ReplyDeleteMy brother Tiggy is a Tiger....he usually gets the best of me!
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