You’ve done it! You now have Big Bucks!
Isn’t it good to be able to tell everyone you have Big Bucks? Mostly, they are very impressed. Some, of course, are jealous. Few, understand that you can have Big Bucks and be broke. Making Big Bucks will, in all likelihood, make anyone both fit and broke.
Starbucks bum-butting routine became a frequent game. With rather spectacular horns growing longer by the day, he proved quite formidable at this sport. Now, most will know that South Africa’s Ruby team is called The Springboks. You may even know that our soccer team is called Bafana Bafana. Most Springbok are brown and cream / white in colour but my unique little menagerie were black. With Starbucks’ growing desire to play games, we tried giving him a soccer ball. He loved it! He would head butt it. He would put his head down and roll the ball up onto his curved horns and then flick it a huge distance, chasing it down thereafter for some more fun. He slowly took on two names, one being Starbuck and the other, Bafana – a Black Springbok.
Sometimes, one has to wonder about the human race. Due to their increasing horn superiority, we kept the Springbok in a large enclosure. This was designed to protect the guests from the buck and, more importantly (sorry guests), the buck safe from predators.
We put a sign on the gate, clearly informing guests not to enter. Some, however, thought they knew better and one early morning, one such guest had been spotted, inside the enclosure, receiving some hefty rear-end ramming. Really? Did you think we put up that sign because we were jealous that you would spend time with our babies? On going outside, he had disentangled himself from Starbuck and bolted out the gate. There was no point in saying anything. He was gingerly walking around, rubbing his rump and looking like a guilty, despondent child.