Mary, interrupted by the sudden pressure of the bike on her inflatable body, looks down and sees the bicyclist. "Hi there," Mary says in a slightly tigerish accent and a wiggle of her paw.
"Wha? What are you?" The bicyclist, eyes wide and mouth agape, stares at Mary.
"I'm an inflatable tiger. And you look quite delicious."
The bicyclist shakes his head, thinking he's in some bizarre dream. "Ummm.. yeah, see ya!" With that, he starts running away in a panic.
Mary watches the bicyclist stumble and run away from her. Her tiger instincts and her thought that someone had seen her, spurs her to pursuit. She bounds away and runs after the bicyclist on all fours. Her whole body bouncing and jiggling. The man looks back and sees this inflatable tiger terror bounding after him. He runs faster, now heedless of where he's going. Looking back again, he looses his footing and falls to the ground.
Mary quickly catches up and bounces onto the poor man. "Gotcha!" She says with a feline grin. The man struggles to get away, but Mary wraps her rubbery arms around him and holds him tight.
"Wha? What are you going to do with me?" The man asks in a quivering voice. The question, unexpected, catches Mary off guard. What did she want to do with him? Then, a smile spreads across her inflated muzzle. "I've got an idea. Let's go play at my house." She says with a wink. Then, still holding him tight, Mary bounces her way home.