“Will the secretary please read the state demographer’s report?”
“You mean the era of ruminant dominance is over!”
“Tsk, tsk..”
“Gasp! Bellow!”
...“Yes! We who have cut the trails and settled this country are now relegated to minority status!”
...“Gulp. They will soon be moving us from our pastures. They will force us from the open plains and high mountain valleys! They will pave our homesteads and cover the grass with Verizon stores!”
“That’s true, sniff. Humans have an odd perception of what is beautiful. Asphalt strips, concrete barns, burning rubber, landfills...they foul their own nest. It is amazing that their species survives.”
“Yer honorable Cowperson, I think we are over-reacting. In spite of their numbers, they seem fairly disorganized. I’ve spent a lifetime looking over the fence. Their roads go in all directions. Their cars go back and forth all day. Where do they go? Why are they going? It’s a wonder any of ’em finds water.”
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