Category: Eye Gym

Why Was the Wife Slained?!!!

This conundrum has been puzzling me to the point that my logical mind and keen eyesight have been well and truly stumped. I would therefore appreciate your input in solving this mystery.

I found this photo in Facebook with the following scenario added to it:

A guy came back home from a business trip to his beautiful wife. He clicked this picture of hers as soon as he got back. After a few days he killed his wife and put this photo in her pocket after killing her!! During his trial, he said that he killed his wife because she was cheating on him. The prosecutor asked, “What proof do you have?”
The husband said, “That photo is the proof. Look carefully.”

Question: What did the man see in the picture that made him kill his wife?


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What do you think is in the photo that prove beyond any doubt that the wife was having an affair?

The Hidden Tiger (Panthera tigris)

Below is an optical illusion Tiger test.

 

Within the picture is The Hidden Tiger. Can you find it?

Tiger

 

Tigers are truly magnificent and majestic animals. They seem to me to exude power and strength  even when at rest or still.  It is sad that they are endangered in their natural habitat. Humans are the worst predators on this planet. 🙁

Tigers, like some hunters, only seek prey for food and survival for themselves and their cubs.  So called human hunters mainly want the tiger for its skin, fur and other body parts to sell as so called ‘medicine’ or luxury rugs & cloth etc., all for profit.

Their habitat: the forest, the jungles, the woods, etc.,  are also being cleared and destroyed in the name of human progress to obtain lumber from dwindling trees, and to make space for settlements and farms.

If lions are the king of the African plains, then the tigers are the king of Asian forests.

Below is one of my favourite poems, we learned at school and imagined the wonderful words into a mental picture of this superior cat.

The Tyger

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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