Big Cats Part 2

So, my sister texted me this morning, imagine a huge, claw-y tiger running at you. He's growling, he's hungry, he doesn't like blondes.

I peered at my phone. Bank Holidays do funny things to my family: they're all bloody teachers.

Mmm, I texted back. Imagining.

He's got you by the throat. He's throwing you around.

Mmm.

You still sticking to the fact that ignorance is scarier?

I decided not to respond to this message. I do not appreciate being mocked at 8.30 in the morning.

So, my sister texted again (she doesn't care if I ignore her: she's my sister), imagine a man Tiger with a gun running towards you, shouting. He doesn't like blondes either.

Why would he be running if he has a gun? I texted back. He should stay still if he has a gun.

It's a spiky gun. That's not the point. Ignorance is still scarier is it?

Whatever, I texted back in a sulk. 

Would you agree that sometimes you talk shit just because it sounds pretty? 

I stared at my phone, bottom lip pushed right out.

Yes, I agreed eventually. Sorry.

So, Tara: here's my apology. Ignorance is not scarier than tigers or Tigers. I'd rather be stupider than the day is long than attacked by a large cat or a man with a gun (running or not). Alright? Happy now?

You'd know all about ignorance, though. You're a teacher. Mwahahaha (don't text me at 8.30am, woman. Grr).