“What?” squawked Joe, looking at the headline on the newspaper in his hand. “A bloke died wolfing a tiger?”
He picked up the phone and called the sub-editor.
“How the hell did he die, Brian?”
“Who?”
“The guy scoffing a tiger!”
“Hang on.” There was a clicking of keyboard and mouse. “Old age, it seems.”
“What, it took him that long to eat a bloody tiger? Look at the front page!”
There was a rustle of paper then silence.
“Oops, sorry. Missed the hyphen. The dude that died was the cat. It should read, ‘Man-eating tiger dies.”
He picked up the phone and called the sub-editor.
“How the hell did he die, Brian?”
“Who?”
“The guy scoffing a tiger!”
“Hang on.” There was a clicking of keyboard and mouse. “Old age, it seems.”
“What, it took him that long to eat a bloody tiger? Look at the front page!”
There was a rustle of paper then silence.
“Oops, sorry. Missed the hyphen. The dude that died was the cat. It should read, ‘Man-eating tiger dies.”
