In the moment before the cougar was to pounce and tear the group of hikers to shreds, another hiker rounded the bend and fixed the cougar with a stare so intense, so odd, so frightening, the cougar actually wheeled about and fled in a panic.
"How did you do that?"
"It was amazing!"
"Who are you?"
"Tell us, tell us!"
The odd hiker only wanted to continue his hike, but the rescued and grateful would hear nothing of it and wanted to take him to lunch, no, dinner, no, dinner and lunch, so practically force-marched him to the trail head where waited park rangers and police who'd received calls about a dangerous wild cat roaming loose.
"You must talk to this man!"
"He just stared at the cougar and it ran away!"
"He should be on TV!"
"Is this true?" a senior ranger asked the odd hiker suspiciously.
The man shrugged. "It's no surprise, really. A tiger is much larger than a cougar. Tiger beats cougar every time."
The ranger stared at him with no comprehension. They all stared with no comprehension, but then re-started their chorus of How? What? Why? and someone called for TV appearances again.
This was too much. Tigers only want to be left alone. So, he tore them all to shreds because a tiger is as a tiger does.
Rosalind Barden lives in Los Angeles where she unsuccessfully ignores a demanding squirrel. The squirrel has magnanimously consented to allow Ms. Barden a website where you may find links to more of her fiction: here.