That evening, when Linda was already in bed getting ready to go to sleep, mom came to her and said,
- Linda, look what I found in my box in the attic. This is the drawing that I made of my Tiger as a child. What do you think about it?
- That's a really good drawing, said Linda. I didn't know you were such a good artist.
- Thank you, said mother. Tomorrow you can draw a picture of your tiger and then we can start to practice taming it the way I did with grandpa.
- I don't want to, said Linda. It was horrible when you screamed and shouted to grandpa the way you did. You have to promise me never to do anything like that again.