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Emancipated

A hunter fell into a dish tears rolled as he cried he banged the weapons and made alarm for rescue A tiger heard the noise it covered its paws well its face it wore dark glasses Carefully tiger lowered a rope slowly the hunter was lifted up and he sang a song of relief “At last, three days I was in danger! Now I can enjoy fresh air again I’ am emancipated, freedom mine! But what terrifying moment it was when tiger revealed its identity!

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