He smiled one last time , he already knew that he was no match for the predators. He was fast and stronger than the rest of his clan but the predators were faster and stronger. Still running he was thinking that his life was pretty good, had a wife and 4 children but now he must take the ultimate decision and fight in his last fight to protect his clan and family. He turned around, took a deep breath and charged towards the predators. The predators didn't saw him coming and fell straight for his horns. He pierced through one of their stomach , kicked one of them in the face and gave a head butt to one more. 3 predators were down but there were more, about a dozen. Two of them attacked from the back, penetrating their claws and fangs deep into his skin. He was hurt, he knew there wasn't much time, he must make enough time for his clan to cross the river. Enduring through the pain he ran again stomping over the herd of wild dogs. Their fangs were out, all they wanted now was to kill him. they all jumped together, one of them aimed for his neck and was dead on target ripping off part of his neck in places. He knew that he made enough time for his family to escape. For one last time he cried out loudly and fell to the ground. Though he died but he fought bravely and never gave up. Such was the forgotten story of the chief buffalo.
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