The Birth of the Tiger King
Gary put his hands on his hips and turned, looking sidelong at himself in the full body mirror. The new cloak was magnificent. So what if it was faux fur? To him, he was clad in the skin of the Bengal Tiger. He faced the mirror, puffing up his chest and narrowing his eyes.
"It's finally happened, Florence!" he called downstairs to his wife, still looking in the mirror.
Crouching suddenly, he thrust his hands out, claw-style.
"Yes," he said, nodding. "I am truly beyond human law now."
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September 18, 2006
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Maybe he and Ape-Ron should hang out... I'm sensing a theme in these past few microstories.
Posted by: Gretchen | September 18, 2006 at 07:31 PM