I was dreaming of tigers when the telephone rang. It was years since I'd seen a wild tiger. But in my dream, I was only a few yards from a beautiful tigress lapping at a shady stream. A perfect shot. I was shooting photographs, of course, not bullets. And here was the best shot I'd ever stumbled across. But the jangling ring of the telephone shattered the moment. The tigress leapt away. I pried open an eye and squinted at the clock. It was barely dawn. I sat up and groped for the telephone.

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