“All right, just leave me here to cross by myself. It’s easier to avoid a group you know, they may not even see me here until it’s too late! I said….”
The old grandmother was left alone while the more agile herd members scrambled up the next bank. Oh, to be young again without this right leg dragging, she thought. It really slows me down. Soon I’ll just have to give up altogether and stay in the den. It’s not a bad place, really. It’s soft and warm and hidden from predators. I should be satisfied to stay there. Trying to run behind the young ones isn’t as much fun as it used to be.
“Hey! Wait for me! Is that a car coming? You’d think they would drive slower, look at the scenery, but no, they like pretending they’re in a touge race! I think I can make it….come along, leg!”