Once upon a time there lived one Bengal tiger called Gregory,His home was in the Rocky Mountains of china. He didn't hunt instead he walked down to the city of china.he begged for food and they gave him the food.
But one day Greg got lost.He walked down a cold dusty path ahead lied three dead tigers.They all faced in the opposite way to the cold dark & quiet forest that Greg was walking towards. still, he walked straight into the dark Forest. First thing he heard was
a BIG BANG from a mans shot gun. But luckily his friend came.
They ran up the muddy path and soon they both got home and Gregory lived happily ever after
THE END
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