I went to London.
and this is who I met there.
It was a tiger.
Or I should say he was a tiger.
He looked exactly like a tiger.
His name was a tiger.
or I don't remember.
His whiskers were twitching as he was eating chocolates.
His fur was getting lines as he scratch his belly.
I put my ear on his chest, his heart was barely beating.
or maybe not beating at all.
I was expecting to go bed with him, but he fell asleep as he watches a football game.
I wonder what he is doing right now.