I was travelling across a golden meadow when I encountered the tiger. I fled, with the tiger close behind.
Coming to a precipice, I caught hold of a wild vine and swung myself over the edge. The tiger sniffed my scent above.
Trembling, I looked down to the beach far below and saw a second tiger pacing the sands. Only the vine sustained me.
Two mice, one black and one white, came out of a crevice and started to gnaw away at the vine.
I saw a luscious strawberry nearby. Grasping the vine with one hand I picked it with the other. How sweet it tasted!
[with apologies to Zen]