He led them till yesterday, the greatest of herds. Now he walks lonely. Noises and camera: “See the old buffalo!”
Same cud, less contentment. Surveys the grassland spreading below. Slow. (Still knows where to take them though.) He’s no longer needed, the cows walked away.
No haste in mud leisure, while up on the hillside that arrogant youngster smells cows in the wind. Eager for oestrus.
The eye of the lioness… she's showing some interest? Discreet departure. Hope she looks elsewhere! Hold on for a day.
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