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The Savannah

The Savannah The wildebeests have been crossing the same stretch of the river for years going back into a foggy history and lack of interest. At the river, some are eaten by crocodiles and on the other side by lions. Meat on hoof and a calf cannot find its mother, Gnus don’t do friendly and there never is a sympathetic aunt. It must find its mother now, because it has been earmarked as a possible meal, easy to catch, no bother. Did that calf survive? I don’t know history does not concern itself with trivialities and as for its mother her memory is short. A dumb beast, yet there are more wildebeests in Africa now than twenty years ago which means fewer lions and more crocodile handbags than before, which means the calf probably survived

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