KelseyPOV I wiggled around on the straw, trying to get comfortable. After I had found a good position, I brought my sketch book and pencil back to my lap and concentrated on the task ahead. This Tiger. Drawing was the only thing, besides reading, that I could completely submerge myself in. It worked every time, my mind would leave everything behind and focus itself on the strokes of the pencil on the paper. Even the sound was relaxing, the sensitive charcoal releasing the slight squeek after every voyage across the off-white surface. This Tiger looked, well like every other animal I'd ever seen in captivity and that realization broke my heart. When I was younger, I savored every time my parents would take me to the zoo. I guess when your a kid seeing a numbing amout of animals in cages is exciting. But as I got older, I noticed how lonely these animals looked, how dejected and depressed these beautiful creatures were. It was evident in everything they did; The way they would never come up to the glass, no matter how much you tried to sweet talk them, The lazy way they walked. They looked like I did on Saturday mornings, which was something I would never wish upon anyone. Animals werent made to be put in cages, I'd developed that opinion a long time ago and this Tiger reminded me of that. So to tell the truth, I wasnt really sure why I had decided to come draw this Tiger. Something had drawn me to him, I felt safe around him. And as my hands became heavier and my eyes started to droop I realised one last thing. I had found another thing to add to my list of things I could get lost in. I would find a way to help this Tiger, I had to. Right before my eyes closed, they flicked towards him and he seemed to be studying me. Well I guess he kinda has a right, I mean i would be alittle creeped out if someone just started drawing me, I thought to myself, I should try talking to him. Before I could began to rationalize those thoughts, my world went black... ~~~ "mmmghhh", I groaned and rolled over... Or tried to. My body was met with a large scratchy object, stopping me from completely adjusting. Wait, scratchy...? My eyes jerked open and were greeted with a towering bail of straw, bringing me back to reality. I was in my Tigers barn. Before i could comprehend what exactly that meant, my head spun as i heard the sound of scratching. That's weird, I thought to myself, it sounds like claws scratching the floor. My eyes reached what I assumed was eye level, and my morning was then transformed from "Huh, weird" to "Holy Mother of Peaches". I found myself staring into the shockingly blue eyes of my Tiger, who was not in his cage but rather lying on the ground in front of the mound of hay I had slept on. If I hadn't known better I would've said he was smirking at my reaction. I slowly raised myself up and off the hay stack so that I was now beside him. And before I could comprehend anything, I tried to coax the gorgeous beast back into his cage. Surpisingly enough, he complied, sauntering back into his cage like I was the Trainer instead of . After I tripile checked the locks on his cage, I grabbed my sketch book and pencil noticing that I hadn't finished the drawing, And ran out of the barn and back into the main camp grounds, hoping that no one had noticed that i was gone.