Quick as lightning, the princess sneaked down to the two identical rooms. She rushed into the room to the right, grabbed the startled maiden, and threw her into the cursed room of the tiger.

     When lover boy opened the door that the princess indicated, it was the semi-barbaric princess that stood sparkling and blushing. She hugged him joyously and the half-savage king screamed in rage. “How dare you?!?!?!?!? My own daughter!!!” Merry bells rang and the priest declared them man and wife.

     The king was beyond infuriated. In his fury, he roared in rage, and looked for something to destroy. With his ginormous hands, which were sinewy from years of ripping apart raw meat, he broke down the unopened door. The second the door ripped off, the ferocious tiger came out, growling and clawing. The arena shook with the tiger’s mighty roar. The fierce beast and the wild king fought to the death. But as savage as he was, he was no match for the tiger.

     The battle was over. The crumpled half-barbaric body lay in a bloody heap on the ground. The tang of hot blood filled the colosseum. Weeping, the princess knelt beside him and mourned his death. They had a melancholy funeral. After it all blew over and everyone was happy again, the part-barbaric princess and her lover got married.