I was in my happy place, hanging in the large canopy tree skimming through the thick bundle of camp options, when the beautiful tiger came once again. Now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect him to come. Honestly, I went into the forest just because of this fact. I climbed down the tree, a grin on my face. "Hey buddy," I said. He ran slowly, and I followed him. After a while, he started running and stopped until he saw that I was following him, then ran again. It was as if we were playing a game. Soon, he started wandering in the outskirts of the forest, again, waiting for me to catch him. Again and again, he repeated this process. It was as if he was leading me somewhere. The bundle of camp papers forgotten, I kept following the tiger. I knew better than to do this, but it was like I was in a trance.