• Looking around their same old farm in the cold mountains of northern Alberta, Canada, the lazy bison felt the same way he had for the past three weeks, bored. He looked around again and saw the same old things; same old hay trough, same old river swirling hurridly behid their shaggy bodies, same old trees that blew leaves in their faces when it was windy outside. The oldest buffalo heard something coming from the other side of the old but large house, with it's peeling white paint and large willow tree drooping to the ground. He moved towards the front yard in curiosity. He saw a shiny new car rolling up the gravel driveway. Four people got out, a mother, a father, a young girl, and a little boy. The owner of the ranch came out of the old house, and the children ran up to him and gave him a bear hug. "Well, this should be a new experience," thought the old buffalo.