"The Arrival"
A cacophony of indistinguishable bird sounds rang throughout the thick forest of towering trees and impassable underbrush. Something was moving—something large. Beneath the greenest of the nearby trees stood guard a small band of five men armed only with large wooden rods.
The ground shook as more birds scattered away from the incoming behemoth. Somewhere nearby branches rattled, some breaking beneath the weight of whatever was now emitting a low, guttural groan. Two or three guards flinched and gulped out of a mix of fear and rapid heart rates; one noisily munched on a piece of string cheese. The creature would soon arrive.
A thicket of brush in front of the men began to slowly rise up, catching on the thick overgrowth of the trees above. Behind where it had stood was revealed a large vehicle, smoking darkness into the air. They cautiously approached as the driver shut down the growling machine that had loudly drove into the area. At the front of the vehicle sat a cage with a growling, two-year-old tiger, freshly delivered to the local zoo. The five men relaxed once the cage finally connected with the tiger’s habitat entrance, releasing the orange-and-black-banded bundle into its new home. |
Entry: Writing.com Daily Flash Fiction Challenge
Date: 19 July 2012
Prompt: tiger, band, cheese
Word Count: 202
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