ROAMING BUFFALO

The herd waited for the sadness to pass from their hearts. They did what they always did, which was to eat the sweet grass.

Everyone was happy for a while, but slowly things began to change.

The rains were not coming anymore, and the birds were flying away to the north.

The small river began to dry up, and the buffalos became so thirsty and hot. The grass was almost gone now.

Many wanted to go to another place, and some even tried to find a path but could not.