Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
And the skies are not cloudy all day
-American Folk Song
I always wanted a home where the buffalo roamed. It might sound easy to you, but as a kid growing up in the ghetto it was a dream which fell well beyond my reach.
But I knew what I wanted, and I worked for it. I got a job in a bank, and worked my way up the corporate ladder. After many years of hard worked I had saved up enough to buy a ranch in Montana. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching your dreams come true after you have poured your life into them.
As soon as I closed on the purchase I headed to up to Montana and spent the day looking around the ranch. I made a list of all the fences I would need to mend and equipment I would need to purchase. At the end of the day I sat down in the living room, propped my feet up and turned on the TV.
That when I heard a scream coming from the kitchen, and my wife dashed out into the living room.
“What is a buffalo doing in my kitchen?” She asked glaring at me.
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