• “I’ll be right back,” I muttered to my friend Jocelyn.
    The door clicked as it shut behind me, I realized that the bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to try to escape the dullness of the zoo. It was ironically unsanitary, considering this was the place where people wash their hands. Their was tissue on the ground and soap on the ceiling. I heard screams outside, thinking it was my friends trying to scare me. I calmly walked towards the door and grasped the handle. I was locked. I sat down, shocked, as my mind frantically pondered on my next choice.
    The coarse brick walls gave me somewhat of a foothold as I propelled myself up and out of the small window. My feet landed on the rocks below with a small thud. I stood and absorbed my current surroundings. The zoo looked exactly the way I left it, except there were no people and the animals were out of their cages. I then took on the ingenious disguise of a trashcan. I scooted along the zoo pavement, only being able to see glimpses of the outside.
    After a minute or two, I got rid of the disguise and assumed that animals were not smart enough to tell the difference between a human and a trashcan, or were they? I walked around the zoo, seeing the animals at their funniest. Monkeys sat in the gift shops playing with the cheap trinkets and clothes, and the birds pecked at the cash register, making it open and close the cash drawer. Then, I saw a pair of yellow eyes staring at me hungrily from a branch that reached across the road. I froze in my tracks, my muscles seemed to become paralyzed at the sight of the tiger. The last thing I heard was an earsplitting roar and everything went black.