he puts his sauces on the dry summer grass. god, it never rains anymore, sighed Alex while taking a break from chewing the hardy grass. back then, all one had to do is rip the grass and it would go down the first stomach compartment responsible for digestion. all herbivore stomachs were like this. he remember his mother explaining this to him to get him to stop crying. before this, he thought he was different and there was something wrong with him. the bear he used to hang out with had a regular stomach. same with the fox. and the jackal.
anyways, he continued chewing the grass. at least now there were plenty of berries and fruits as well. when winter comes, he'll have to settle for tree bark. nothing good came from winter. all the girls would hide and mostly hibernate. now they were everywhere. prancing around carefree and smelling the beautiful flowers. the community had came to the conclusion they wouldn't eat the flowers. not only did they have very little nutritious value, but they made for a much more vibrant environment and that was very important. his mother had been the one who came up with the idea. everyone else had agreed with her. there she is. prancing around with the younger girls, looking every bit as nimble and youthful as ever. all the men would tell Alex his mother hadn't aged a bit since she gave birth to him. Alex thought it weird how they were always so lenient to her. when she came with the idea of not eating the flowers, they all agreed except for Bucky. even then, Bucky was quickly told he was wrong by the rest of the men. that he didn't know what he was talking about.
Oh, look there, is that a human? they're always so happy to see Alex and the rest of his herd grazing around. he's standing really close to the girls. his mom doesn't seem to notice. Alex starts laughing to himself. looks like the human wants to spook her. the last time Alex did that, his mom gave him quite an earful. what is that thing the human is holding? is he trying...
NOOO!