Conditional Reality

Sideview Piecrust lost his glasses. On his way to the optometrist to pick up a replacement pair he stopped at the tiger cage at the zoo. An orange and black blob floated back and forth in front of Sideview. At the optometrist’s office he told the technician adjusting his new glasses about the tiger. It was a big cat, said Sideview, and it was sizing me up. The technician slid Sideview’s new glasses over his ears. A shiver rustled through Sideview’s spine. Well, said the technician, you know the thing about tigers is they all want to eat us up.