I once took a trip to Yellowstone National Park in America with my dad. The park was incredible—especially the wildlife.
We were driving into the entrance and saw a lot of cars parked on the side of the road so we just parked behind them and looked around. In the distance, a couple of bison were grazing. They look like cows, but with massive heads with fur on top that looks like an afro. They were majestic, like something from a bygone era.
A little while later, we were walking along a path through the hills. A park ranger was there to keep people moving because some bison had decided to hang out right next to where people were walking. Up close, they were even more impressive.
Finally, back in the parking lot, we were starting to drive away when we see, just strolling through the parking lot, another bison! It was walking between cars, blocking traffic. At this point, we were like, "Okay, that's enough bison." What had started out as very exciting had suddenly become very daunting!
