Sometimes, when you travel, you run into someone who’s clearly not happy to see you.
— Oops. Who are you? Where’d you come from? I’m busy here. Can’t you tell? My meadow. My rules. And here you are... Get it? I won’t repeat myself. What’s that in your hands? A camera? Seriously? You filming me right now?
— Look, I could explain this myself… but I’ve got a friend. Right there — see him? No? Well, he already sees you. And he’s got horns. And he knows how to use them. I didn’t say a word. He’ll step in when he feels like it. Just so you know: I’m not alone here.
— Anyway, that’s it. We’ve got our own thing going on. Do what you want. What are you — a blogger? Then do your blogger thing. Just don’t say you weren’t warned. Questions? Yeah… didn’t think so.
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