"Alex," my mother screamed. I walked out my room and silently into my mothers.
"Yes, mother," I said as I walked in, everyone was aware of my mothers moods and everything she did. My mother was an alcoholic and we travelled a lot. Mum liked it here, she says its because of the people here, I know it's because of the cheap booze.

I don't have many friends, never have. The one friend I do have is a teddy I got a year ago, when I was 14. I don't own a lot of stuff either, 2 pairs of skinny jeans, 3 singlets an a tee. I use an old jumper in winter and a pair of beat-up sneakers are my only shoes. This may all sound bad but I'm happy in life, really.

Things only got interesting when our council decided to knock down the Biggilt Wall which blocked off the East forest of the village. We started getting wolves, birds, feral animals and snakes coming into the village, but NOTHING could prepare us for what happened next...........

Tigers came into our village, TIGERS, 1 adult and her cubs. The mama tiger was angry, always protecting her cubs from even non-potential danger. This tiger was scary and familys started moving out of the village. The tigers were caught and moved safely and quickly to a nearby zoo.

I now tell my grandchildren this tale and look at all the pictures and drawings through the village.

I still can't believe it, THERE WERE TIGERS IN MY HOMETOWN.