Deep within the wild jungled hills of Seonee, a poacher is running for his life.
He stops to take a breath, his eyes darting in all directions.
Suddenly, a loud roar reverberates through the air. The roar of a tiger.
Not just any tiger. It's Shere Khan the man-eating tiger, the most feared denizen in these parts.
He has killed scores of people and has eluded the best hunters in the region.
Because of this, some inhabitants of the nearby villages believe he is something supernatural.
Some say that he's a tiger that is possessed by a malevolent spirit.
Others say that he's a demon sent by the evil Hindu goddess Kali to wreak havoc.
Some even say he is a dark sorcerer who could transform into a weretiger.
The poacher has heard all of this and still dared to hunt Shere Khan.
He now realizes it was a big mistake.
He makes another break for it but he trips and stumbles down a steep hill.
He lands face first. He tries to get up but freezes when he sees a pair of big orange paws inches from his face.
He slowly looks up to meet the face of Shere Khan the tiger.
"Boo!", Shere Khan says with a sinister smirk.
All the poacher heard was a menacing snarl.
The poacher screams and tries to get up, but it's too late.
Shere Khan pounces and pins him on the ground with strength far greater than any man while hooking his claws into the poacher's flesh. The poacher screams one last time before Shere Khan sinks his fangs into his neck vertebra and severs it. The poacher's body goes limp.
Shere Khan looks down at his handy work and is pleased.
"Good show.", he mutters.
He then places his jaws around the dead poacher's neck and starts effortlessly dragging the body along the ground as he looks for somewhere where he can eat in peace.
Soon all that will be left of the poacher will be scraps of cloth and bone.
The End
