Sitting at a second floor bar at the Old Faithful Inn, I hear a question float above the lobby chatter aimed at a Ranger standing not far from me.
“Where do the Buffalo go during the day sir?” says she.
“Up into the trees behind us where its cool!” says he, with a smile.
A surprised and quizzical look comes over her face at this, as she looks at this tall handsome ranger with her narrowing eyes and responds with a query to resolve her dilemma.
“Buffalo climb trees!” she retorts, and the silence was golden upon the air.

Tales – Tall and Short.