It was 2 o'clock, the time the sign had advised them to be there.
There was quite a crowd assembled and Charles was at the very front. He couldn't wait to see the show.
The show was of course nothing more than a meal for the tigers. They had no idea why people stood on a balcony watching them each day and they didn't much care as long as they got their meat.
The raw meat was spread out on the floor by the keeper and once he was safely out of the enclosure, a gate slid open and the tigers entered.
There was a little bit of ritual which mostly involved prancing up and down like Freddie Mercury on stage whilst eyeing up the food. Within a minute they were happily chewing away on their pieces of meat.
There was a little bit of jostling as those towards the back tried to see what was happening. Cameras clicked and there was also another sound. It was the sound of the fence giving way against the weight of scores of idiots who wanted a better look.
Charles and five others tumbled into the tigers' enclosure.
The last thing he saw was a tiger looking at him with a look that said it was the best day of its life.
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