In the dark, burnt forest giant grey feet stomping on the hot burnt sticks. Strapped to the friendly beast is a leather belt followed by four medium sized suitcases. On top of the brown leather suitcases lies loosely a sleeping stripy baby tiger, ME! Burma the elephant's feet are burnt and sore, I feel sad for her but there's no other way round. The small black sticks are very painful for poor Burma. Humongous ears floating peacefully in the boiling air. Her trunk is as long as a giant's door x 100,0000. Her skin is soft and wrinkly, whereas mine is soft and fluffy.
Burma and I grew up together and were born in the same jungle, you would probably think that a tiger would eat a lion but no I love to play with Burma and she is like a sister to me. My mum works at a food place and I sometimes help if I can't sleep. She takes my clothes out of my wardrobe and dresses me then we walk through the then forest and to her work. Sometimes dad and my brothers came but they're usually too lazy to get out of bed.
I hear the crunching noises of sticks being broken and my yawning when I finally wake up. Burma's talking to herself again and I make out these words "Oh my gosh my feet are killing me." Next time were getting a cab!
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