Before he had gone very far, he heard strange moaning coming from the trees not far from the road. The man stopped and listened. There it was again! It frightened him, but it sounded like an animal in pain. Thinking that he might be able to help, the good man left the road and walked bravely into the jungle. There in a clearing he came upon a strong, bamboo cage. Back and forth inside paced a beautiful orange and black striped tiger. Every once in a while, the tiger would stop its pacing and try to force its way through the bars. It always failed. Then it would flop down and roll around moaning in sadness