Then he said, "Now, Blakeley, there's only one way to get down there and that's to jump.

It's pretty deep, but the main question is, 'is it wide enough ?' If it is--well, I'm a tiger and I ought to manage it." I didn't know then, but I found out afterward that when a tiger makes a leap out of a tree he rolls over when he hits ground and turns a sort of summersault, so as to break the shock.

There's a certain way to do it, that's all I know.

But I knew when he said it, that the Royal Bengal Tigers from Ohio were like the others away out in India, in more ways than I ever thought about.
I said, "Bert, you can't do it--tigers are--" "Shut up," he said, "and listen--" "Even if you did," I said--"No, I _won't_ shut up--_you_ listen.

Even if you did, how could you get out?
Have some sense.