After last year's senior class retreat, I drove two of the seniors back to Effingham to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the class.One the way back, I looked off to the right of the highway and saw what I didn't expect to see: several buffalo grazing in a field.
(We have at least two buffalo in Quincy at the Illinois Veterans Home, but I hadn't seen other buffalo before. We also emu and we even had a zebra once.)
I turned to the senior in the passenger to verify what I saw. The conversation went thus:
I turned to the senior in the passenger to verify what I saw. The conversation went thus:
Me: N., were those buffalo?
N.: I think so. They're kinda of like unicorns; you don't see them very often.
I responded with a confused look, thereby ending that odd and brief conversation.
It now seems, though, that this student may well have been right. A one-horned deer is wandering around in northern Italy; apparently he isn't the first of his kind, though they are rare.
It now seems, though, that this student may well have been right. A one-horned deer is wandering around in northern Italy; apparently he isn't the first of his kind, though they are rare.
This seems like a good night to watch that animated classic, The Last Unicorn.
Photo credit: AP Photo/Center of Natural Sciences, ho
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