April 03, 2005

*Be Vewwy Vewwy Quiet

I'm part Native American (Blackfoot, naturally), so every now and then I must heed the call of my ancestors and set out on the hunt for buffalo.

When we got to the hunting grounds, imagine my dismay to discover the pale-faced devil had desecrated the land. The smoke from his fire still lingers...
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We knew the mighty buffalo would not stay in such inhospitable land, so we followed his food supply. We knew where we found his prey, we would find him. Or his droppings...
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The hunt continued, with no sign of the great buffalo. We began to fear the wily buffalo would elude us this day. But lo, there was joy as we neared the end of our journey...
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Behold! The fearsome and majestic buffalo!
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Posted by Jennifer at April 3, 2005 04:21 PM


Careful now! I went to Mizzou! :-)

Posted by: Sissy at April 3, 2005 06:13 PM

There arent any buffalo in North America. You mean BISON.

Posted by: Monjo at April 4, 2005 04:00 AM

I said buffalo and I meant buffalo.

Posted by: Jennifer at April 4, 2005 06:51 AM

So cool. The only large wild animals 'round my parts are deer. And they don't relax in open meadows, they just run in front of cars.

Posted by: Tuning Spork at April 4, 2005 08:55 PM

I'm part Blackfoot! How cool, I've never met or talked to or . . . er, commented to (whatever) anyone else who was Blackfoot. I live in Florida so here most of the heritages are Cherokee (which I can also lay claim to) and Seminole.

I've never seen buffalo outside of the zoo. Plenty of gators, but no buffalo.

Posted by: Janette at April 11, 2005 02:45 PM