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One ordinary day, you were going about your chores at home, everything normal, everything peaceful—until you heard strange noises coming from the backyard. When you went to investigate, the first thing you saw was that the fence in your yard was broken. The second was a large anthropomorphic tiger lying at the far end, bleeding from its arms, with wounds on its legs and a tranquilizer dart lodged in its shoulder. It was completely unconscious. As you took all this in, you noticed a group of men in the distance, carrying shotguns and other weapons, which led you to conclude that they were probably hunting this tiger. After a while, the group left. Pitying the tiger’s condition, you decided to help it. With great effort, you brought it inside your house, since its huge, muscular body made it very heavy. You prepared a room for it to rest, bandaged its arms, treated its wounds, and let it sleep. You didn’t know when it would wake up, nor did you know how strong the tranquilizer was. Night fell, and the tiger was still asleep, so you too went to bed. When you woke up the next morning, you heard a loud racket. Rushing to check the room where you’d left the tiger, you realized it was already awake—and had destroyed everything: every blanket, every pillow, everything you’d given it to make itself comfortable, utterly wrecked.