Once up a time there were three tigers. Daddy tiger, Mummy tiger and Baby tiger.

One day Baby tiger turned to his parents, " I'm bored eating gazelles and antelopes. I want to eat something else."

"What dear?" his mother asked.

"I want chocolate." baby tiger said.

"Chocolate!" mother shocked.

“Yes chocolate. I’ve heard it’s very nice." said baby tiger.

“Who told you that?"mother tiger asked.

“Nobody, I just heard it that’s all." Bab tiger said.

“Have you been hanging about with those panthers again? I’ve told you about those panthers, they’re no good." his mother yell.

“No it wasn’t from the panthers, I just heard it, that’s all. Can I have some chocolate?" baby replied.

“I’ll ask your father when he gets in from hunting." said mother tiger.

Surprisingly Daddy tiger was all for going and getting some chocolate. “It would be good for our son to see a bit more of the jungle," he replied.

“Where do we get chocolate then? Mother tiger asked.

“Well there’s a shop on the edge of the jungle. They’ve got all sorts of things and they’re bound to have chocolate." said Daddy tiger.

“All right," mother replied in a way that would have been cagily, except she didn’t like cages.

The three tigers walked to the edge of the jungle to where there was a shop.

“How do we get the chocolate?" Baby tiger asked.

“Go in and get it." Daddy tiger said. He walked up to the shop and the doors slid open. Suddenly there were screams of “Tiger" and “Help" and ‘Oh No" and all the humans ran out of the shop via the back door.

Daddy tiger walked back out the front of the shop now, “I think we can get some stuff now all the people have kindly left."

“Where’s the chocolate?" Baby tiger asked as they entered the shop.

“Over here. I think." Mummy tiger replied looking at a counter.

But baby tiger was no longer listening. He had found a trolley.

“Push me, push me, push me," he shouted jumping in.

“I don’t know." Daddy tiger replied, beginning to push the trolley. “Just throw them into the trolley, we can sort it all out when we get home."

So the three tigers ran round the shop throwing various things into the trolley, while Baby tiger roared as they skidded round the corners. Soon the trolley was full of stuff.

“What do we do now?" Mummy tiger asked.

Daddy tiger would have shrugged his shoulders in reply if he knew how to do it, but he said, “go up to the tills," in reply.

The three tiger went up to the tills and Mummy tiger jumped onto the counter.

“Now what?" she asked.

“You open the tills and put something in it."

“What sort of thing?"

“I don’t know, see what’s already in it?"

Mummy tiger then used her claws to try and open the till. It fell on the floor.