Once I was in an open zoo. The rutting season made each gnu, goat, antelope, and caribou beat bony heads in loud tattoo. For miles a stupid cranial thud was heard as every horny stud banged skulls, their nostrils flecked with blood, while egos battled in the mud. The cows and does stood sweetly by the ruffians prepared to die to win their love and satisfy a need to be the toughest guy.
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