Once the first Buffalo broke through to the hive, it was swarmed all over with Keef. The other Buffalo then broke from their single file and made their way to the side of the first. They were swarmed over as well. The Keef moved up their legs, onto their backs, into their shaggy manes and over their tail ends. The Keef swarmed everywhere, hundreds of them for each of the Buffalo, crawling, biting, chewing, and attacking the Buffalo until the Buffalo were not there, only a swarm of a moving black mass. Still, the Buffalo moved on. All three dropped a little from view as they descended into the hive. We were above them and could still see them. The hive was enormous, so enormous it must have contained millions of Keef. The first Buffalo to reach the hive kept on in a straight direction, the two on each side began to fan out, appearing to seek the edges of the hive. Then the first one dropped.

Author Bio: John L. Mitchell, Jr. has worked a multitude of jobs and has a sense of humor about most things. He was formerly in a perpetual state of financial benthos, the result of a somewhat deranged infatuation with a hypothetical inner genius that has yet to yield anything of substance. He hopes you enjoy reading this apologue he scratched together. The author currently resides in beautiful Rocky Boy, Montana.