Once upon a time, long long ago, in a far away land, a Shepherd owned a herd of buffaloes.

The herd as a whole was something special, but in this special herd there was one very special buffalo.

This particular buffalo is the protoganist of our story. So let's call him by his proper name, which is, 'Hero'.

Now Hero was very special. He knew it and his parents, ma and pa buffalo knew it. Hero was a fighter. Any buffalo that encroached on his side of the grass would face his wrath. He would charge at him with his horns. Yes, Hero was a force to be reckoned with. For there was no other buffalo like him. Because you see, no other buffalo would have a problem with some other buffalo encroaching on his grass.

Hero was unique. He had integrity. He was not tempted by the things the average buffalo was tempted by. He would never imagine touching another buffalo's bell let alone steal it. He knew it was not his property and thieving was not something his pride would let him do. This really set him apart from other buffalos who, get this, would never touch another buffalo's bell either.

Now a buffalo's world is more complex than you would think. They had to be educated on all the routes that they travelled in with the Shepherd. For this, three years after a buffalo is born, it is sent to a corner where it will be holed up for the next fifteen years learning the routes by heart.

This was a major thing in the buffalo world that we would not understand, and a point of pride. It is a point of pride because the better a buffalo learns a route, the more brilliant it is and its worth increases in the herd, for six months, which is a good trade off for fifteen years of effort.

Hero was good at this too. When other buffaloes required fifteen years to learn the routes, he required, well, fifteen years.... moving on.

After the route learning process, the buffaloes are finally taught something more important. How to please the Shepherd. Which is the whole point of a buffalo's life. And our Hero excelled at it too. Thus making his nose more brown than coffee, which isn't a good thing. Although you can say he is the best at brown nosing. Well, in my defense this started out as a copy of our Hero's amazingly unique resume. Somewhere we got off track. Now I am back.

So after brown nosing the Shepherd, the buffaloes have to find a suitable mate. Because, well, you can't let two buffaloes be in peace. Our Hero was quite the chick, sorry, buffalo magnet. So he found himself a nice plump buffalo that produced so much milk, that all the other buffaloes were very very jealous. And next of course comes tiny buffaloes that start this cycle again.

And our one-of-a-kind Hero would ultimately die. Like all the other buffaloes. He dies with the knowledge that the herd will have truly lost something irreplaceable with his demise. There was no other buffalo like Hero. And that is the story that took place long long ago in a far away land.