Shere Khan, enjoying a nice snack break between meetings, this one having his daily recommend dose of iron and duck.

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won a Christmas in July raffle, and requested a scene to go with this one, and I think this fits the bill.



The world shook, and shuddered, as the plane you were in was picked up, and then, with a much more delicate hand than would be expected, it was settled into place alongside the other things that had been laid out on the slice of bread, like some airfield after a great storm, debris scattered everywhere, and leaving you stuck where you where were.

Then the sky grow darker, and you tried to look up, but the angle of the windows made it hard, force you to spin in your seat, but finally you saw it, the underside of the slice of wheat bread, surrounded by great fingers, lowering down slowly towards you, and then landing with a 'flump' sound atop the plane, the stuff bending as the metal thing pressed into it, showing how soft it was.

Suddenly, a weightlessness, as great pull down into your seat, forcing you to spin it around, to avoid moving the controls too much, and leaving you staring at the windows, as some hot, humid breath washed over them, leaving them to fog over, and shielding the outside world from your view, even as you heard a growl, either a stomach, or perhaps just the hungry tiger holding you.

With a jerk, the world moved again, this time behind, and you watched as the sides of your view, the sandwich bread, pressed inwards, and slowly began to be eclipsed by his lips, the world outside fading away into darkness, as Shere Khan had a bit of iron in his diet, and he closed his mouth, and gave one great swallow, without even bothering to chew.