when i was looking at big, furry buffaloes in a book, my dad told me a fun story. he said that if buffaloes had an access code to unlock a secret field full of yummy grass, they'd brush aside all the bushes to find it, but first, they'd have to learn everything, like taking up from scratch how to use that secret code. i made a note in my little book that maybe, in a fun, predisjunctive world, buffaloes are secret agents on a mission!