100WC-#18

Prompt:  …the tiger was blocking our escape…

Story:

I moved closer to my Mother and her long curly mane. I knew I had to stay close to her if we both wanted to survive. We were trapped. The tiger was blocking our escape. We had to some how get out. But the question was, how? My mother ushered for me to move slowly and calmly to the corner of the den we were in and as far away from the tiger as possible. And so the fight began between the tiger and the Lion. The king of the Jungle and queen of the jungle.