> I was on the S bus, which was packed like a herd of stampeding elephants. Amongst the prey, I spotted a young buck, with a long neck like a giraffe, sporting a bold and checkered coat, and a hat with a rope tether, like the ones I use to trap my prey. He rose to his feet to offer his seat to a lady, but he was no match for my strength and cunning.
I stood firm, like a mighty baobab, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness. With a fierce look in his eye, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and scribbled something in his book, perhaps a message to his kin about his impending doom. When …