Well things had deteriorated to such an extent that they would boast about anything among themselves.

"I went hunting once" said one of them. He paused for a while and said further "I could not find a single Tiger the whole day. I was returning back to my Camp, and guess what I saw a Tiger right in front of me glaring at me".

"Then what happened"? enquired another eagerly.

What can happen? he replied and continued... I took my gun and aimed at the Tiger, just then I realised I had forgotten to load my gun. Then.....asked his friend.

I pointed the gun and said slowly BANG and the Tiger died.

Another said I was also hunting Tiger in the forest like you. I couldn't find any Tiger that day and when I was returning back I felt someone following me from the back, when I turned around the gun fell from my hand and the Tiger came very close to me sniffing.

What happened next?

I had the bullets in my breast pocket I only had to touch them.....the Tiger died.

Third said.. I had an interview to attend and while I was travelling in the bus it had a puncture. Looking at my watch I had very little time in hand so I took a short-cut from the nearby zoological garden and guess what the first jump of mine made me land in the Tiger's cage.

Then what happened....asked his friends.

I went through my pocket no gun no bullets just a folded paper with trembling hand I unfolded the paper the Tiger died......

Nonsense said his friends your paper has no relation with the hunting...

Why he replied.....That was my GUN LICENCE.

- Submitted by Dolphin Peters