“The thing about tigers is the most dangerous ones are under our noses,” said Phil. He had been a keeper for a long time and the days were mostly boring now; it tickled him to scare people with facts.
“Zoo tigers aren’t afraid of people like wild cats, one.” He watched their faces.
“Two, they haven’t learnt how to kill quickly.” A sip of water.
“You’re still alive,” a pause, a slow sweep of the crowd, eye contact made with every last one of them, “when they start to eat you.”
The lady in the floral dress fainted clean away.