I am a hunter.
I am sleeping in my tent.
Suddenly I hear the roar of a tiger.
I jump out of bed.
I yawn and stretch my body. My neck and my arms and my legs.
I pick up my trousers and shake them.
I put on my belt.
I pick up my shirt and shake it.
I shake my shoes just in case there are any spiders.
I put on my hat.
I put my hunting knife on my belt.
Where is my rifle? Ah! here it is.
I put it over my shoulder. And my rifle with telescopic sights?
Ahh! it is here. I put it over my other shoulder.
I pick up my just in case rifle and go into the jungle.
I creep under the low branches of the trees.
I jump over the lower branches.
I jump from stepping stone to stepping stone to cross the river.
Sometimes my foot gets wet and I shake my leg.
I cut the long grass with my long knife to make a path.
A herd of elephants almost trample me but I dodge them all.
And now a snake attacks me but I am very fast and get out of the way.
Look at me now. I am wriggling like the sanke.