The other day, I got quite the surprise running in the neighborhoods by Provo Canyon. After looking down at my music, I looked up in front of me to see a giant animal feet in front of me. At first I was extremely confused, thinking maybe it was a giant dog or something. Once the confusion subsided, I realized it was a giant RAM, curly horns and all. Looking around, I noticed off in the distance a group of neighbors taking pictures on the other side of the ram. I tried to inch to the other side of the road toward the other onlookers when the ram looked at me and began grunting and trotting toward me... and the people on the other side of the road weren't doing anything but taking pictures of my nearing immediate death...
Never having come into contact with a ram before, I assumed if I were to run away, it would probably become like a dog and start chasing me, in which case I would surely die. So... I began quickly but totally calmly scurrying back to where I was before. Luckily, the killing machine decided I did not look so tasty after all, and i am here to tell the tale. Provo, what you lack in black bears, you apparently have in rams. Touche.
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