Meeting Steampunk Tiger

Loud guttural roar filled Steamboat Convention Hall Stovetop hats rose up higher, and most were already tall. The tiger made his entry with a loud snarl and a pounce. Watch out! Someone yelled. I think this creature can bounce. We ran out of the way, as fast as heavily-dressed convention goers can. Tiger made a bounding leap and soon was shaking a trembling old man. Don’t eat him! A girl in a pretty petticoat with a corset yelled out. He gulped him down, after shaking him up, down and all about. We did not see any blood, for the tiger ate every drop that he could. I was running as fast as my legs would on this double treated oak wood. The tiger was gaining on me, I could feel his breath on my neck. I fell out of bed before I was eaten and I said “What the heck?”