In my cold hand, against my fuzzy coat, he closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate. I imagined him thinking, “I’m too cold to care what happens next.”
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In my cold hand, against my fuzzy coat, he closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate. I imagined him thinking, “I’m too cold to care what happens next.”
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Fun Tip: if you extend your arm and do a “thumbs up” at the bison, and your thumb doesn’t cover it up fully, then you’re too close. Slowly back away.
