A heartbreaking tale of ordinary wildebeest.

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Date: 16 June 2005 15:03:00

Y'know when wildebeest are migrating they travel in massive groups of thousands. This is so that they are protected against attacks from lions. Or at least that's what Bill Oddie told me. But did you know that far more wildebeest are killed by being trampled on by the herd than are ever killed by lions? I guess the moral of the story is that if you want the protection of the herd then you can't complain when your teeth are being ground into the dirt by 5,000 of your "fellows". A better way would be to lose the herd and travel in loose networks, not groups. That way you can share your knowledge of the terrain with the network without being tied to the risks that come with being part of the herd. Seems simple enough huh? Then you start to realise that the herd can't stomach ex-members who manage to survive, even happily thrive on their own, it makes them ask themselves why on earth they're spending their life with their nose up the arse of the wildebeest in front of them. Little does the herd animal realise of course, that the ex-herd-members may be able to pass on some handy survival tips. This shouldn't come as any great surprise, I mean, wildebeest are pretty stupid. Aren't they?

Disclaimer: Any parallels between this post and the post entitled "Honey, this just isn't working" are purely coincidental.