When the tiger roared again, it was unmistakable.

The tiger roared again, the sound coming from the dense bank of fronds to the left of the path.

The tiger roared again, and took another pace forward.

Lions and tigers were roaring to be let out of their cages.

At the far edge of the maze the tiger roared.

The tiger roared, and began lashing at the hedge with its great paws.

Five tigers in a very strong cage roared for their dinner.

Out in the hazy hot morning, perhaps still within the forest shadows but certainly very near our weak man-made stockade, the tiger roared.

The tiger roared, somewhere beyond the jumble of old houses on the west side of the vifiage.

The tiger roared and threw himself against the bars, slashing the air.