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I am a tiger's paw. No, seriously! That's what they call me. I am number four of four paws on this rattle trap my Lady calls a car. I am much too fine of a tire to be rolling this old wreck around, but I must admit there must be a tiger in its tank by the way she keeps burning my rubber.
My Lady doesn't know anything about cars, and she couldn't care less about tiger paws until one lets her down. I have never let my Lady down before, but yesterday I got a thorn stuck in me, and she doesn't know it, but I am dying.
I live on the left side of this rat hole in the rear. I just spent the night sitting in her garage with a bright and shiny silver thorn in me. She could have at least parked with my thorny side up, but no, she had to stop at the precise moment the insidious thing was against the concrete floor. All I can do is sit here in misery, while my life seeps away.
I am in agony and no ones cares...
It is finally morning, and my Lady comes out to go to work. She gets into the car without even noticing how low I am feeling. The other three paws on this worn out old car are laughing at me. I don't know why, it could have very well been one of them who got the thorn. I hiss at them.
Well, I can't let my Lady down. Have to get her to work, so here we go. She's backing out of the garage now.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” What's the matter with her? Can't she hear me? Of course not, she's got that pitiful old crackling radio on full blast playing all that rock and roll nonsense. I much prefer classical music. Oh well, we're moving. Gotta roll.
Words cannot describe how tortuous this is. Thank goodness she doesn't live very far from where she works, because I can't hold out much longer. I am holding my breath and praying to make it just two more blocks.
Oh! Thank heavens! She's approaching the drive way to the parking lot at work. I exhale. Now I can finally rest in peace in knowing I got her here safely.
Goodbye cruel world. Flap, flop, flap, flop, flap, flop, whoooosh!
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Hello! Tiger paw number four here. My Lady finally noticed something was wrong with me and had me resuscitated and my thorn removed. I'm baaack!
Roll on rattletrap. Roll on, my Lady.
*This is a true story told from my tire's POV. In 1990 I was newly divorced and didn't make much money. I bought an old Oldsmobile for $850.00. It had seen better days, but it had a good engine and a set of Tiger Paws on it.
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