Grandpa and his platoon were in a tent, open on the sides and with a hole in the roof for their cooking fire. They had extinguished their fire but foolishly left the spit uncleaned; there was still some meat attached to it. Everyone had gotten themselves in bed and turned off their lanterns. A noise roused them shortly thereafter and they saw that a tiger had entered their tent. It sniffed the feet of a few of the sleeping men, but left them unharmed. It took what remained of the meat from the spit and vanished in the night.