Fangs, Claws And Stripes
28 May, 2002
Author: Don Fraser
I was assigned by a national magazine to take pictures of the monkeys of India. After traveling many miles, I came to the edge of a jungle, where I was sure that monkeys lived, just as I was about to enter the jungle with my camera, I heard the monkeys scream and chatter, and then there was silence, Out of the jungle stepped a large and beautiful tiger, I feared for my life, for all that I had was my camera. |
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