School assignment from the beginning of the year.
Write a short narrative describing what you believe was the outcome of the Lady or the Tiger?.
She watches him die every night, and it causes her to moan with pleasure. She may be the princess, but one must remember how jealous she was of his prize and how much she hated it. One must be reminded of just what KIND of princess she was - she most certainly wasn't one from a fairytale, waiting to be saved by a handsome prince. It was her handsome prince (or, as her father so eloquently put it, her "stupid, good-for-nothing, sinful proletariat") who had needed saving, and so she chose to save him for herself.
No one could fault her for it. That woman - that insufferable, presumptuous, DETESTABLE girl - did not deserve her lover, and she should have known better than to, even for a second, WANT to believe that she was deserving. Only the princess deserved such a fine, fine man, and she certainly wasn't going to share him with anyone, much less a dog!
The princess had always favored her right side after she had sent him to his death. Maybe it was just the KNOWING - the knowledge that her primal (and, at that single moment in time, totally barbaric) needs had been satisfied because of the right. It was the right side of his body that the tiger had attacked first, signaling that her plan had come to fruitation.
She giggles in delight, so far beneath her pillows that she thinks not even God can hear her. She remembers watching with a sick glee as the tiger tore him to pieces, and the hot blood that had spilt freely on the ground. The princess, who now finds herself insanely barbaric at night, remembers cheering when the tiger ate his entrails. After all, what better place to hide her lover from a filthy dog than in the stomach of a ravenous tiger?