Mr. Tiger and I have a lot in common.

He lives in the city/suburbs where everyone dresses alike, talks alike, and is always so proper. The houses are all the same colour, and Mr. Tiger is starting to go wild.

First, he stops walking on two legs, and puts all 4 paws on the ground. Then he just gets wilder and wilder! Until the other animals tell him to go be wild in the wilderness. Which he does. It's beautiful and wild and free.

Until he misses his friends and his home. He goes back to find that everyone has started to go a little bit wild, and everyone is more free to be themselves.

Mr. Tiger and I do not belong in the suburbs. We belong in the wilderness. Don't we all?