The sun had barely risen above the forest canopy when I discovered the tiger’s tracks near my small camp. My heart sank as I followed the trail to find that the fresh meat I had caught the night before was gone—dragged away by the powerful predator in the darkness. The tiger had claimed my hard-earned prey, and I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to survive another day.
Alone in the wild, every scrap of food mattered. The forest offered no easy meals, and now I was forced to face the tiger head-on. I decided to build a trap—not just any trap, but one strong enough to hold the mighty beast that had stolen from me.
I gathered thick branches, using my hatchet to cut them down and shape them into a sturdy cage. I dug a deep pit in the clearing near my camp, camouflaging it with leaves and twigs. Each stroke of my blade was driven by determination and the will to live. I lashed the branches together with twisted vines, testing each knot and plank to be sure the structure would not fail me.
As I worked, I stayed alert, listening to the distant growl of the tiger in the jungle. My mind was clear—this was no longer just about food. It was about respect. The tiger had taken what was mine, and now I was taking a stand.
By nightfall, my trap was ready. I baited it with a piece of meat from my last reserve, then retreated to the safety of the trees, waiting with bated breath. In the quiet of the night, the forest held its secrets close, but I knew that if I wanted to survive alone, I had to face the challenge head-on.
Tomorrow would reveal if my trap—and my resolve—were strong enough to overcome the king of the jungle.
