“The tiger was blocking our escape” Said my Grandma, looking through her glasses at me. “There was no way to get out.” My friend gasped loudly. “So what did you do?” She said anxiously. I rolled my eyes and looked at her. My Grandma glared at me. “Well…” She said “Since my granddaughter is being so rude, I don’t think I’ll finish the story.” My friend groaned and looked at me angrily. “But I wanted to hear the end of the story!” She moaned. I snorted as Grandma walked out of the room. “Don’t tell me you actually believed it!