The Tiger who came for tea.

Sophie sat at the kitchen table.

The door rang and her and her mother shared a glance between each other as she began to speak.

I wonder who that could be, it can’t be the milkman

No.

Its not the grocer.

No.

Its not your dad.

No.

Sophie got off of her chair. She walked towards the door. She opened the door.

Hello?

She was greeted by a tiger who was big and was furry and was stripey.

Excuse me, he said. I am very hungry. Can I have tea with you?

Yes.

The tiger came into the room. He sat.

Would you like a sandwich?

The tiger ate every single sandwich and every bun and every biscuit and every cake. Nothing was left.

Would you like a drink?

He drank the milk. He drank the tea.
The tiger looked around. He looked for futher food.

He ate all the supper on the hob and he ate all the food in the fridge and ate all the food in the cupboard.

He drank the milk. He drank the orange juice. He drank the beer. He emptied the tap.

Thankyou. Goodbye. He left.

There was no food for dinner and no water for a bath.

The father walked in. He took them out for dinner.

It was nice, and after they bought all the food.

They bought a tin of tiger food.

The tiger never returned.