Alana and Marc emerged from their Salt Lake swim. They weren’t always the brightest. They knew the wedding was about to start. So they dried off quickly and put on appropriate attire.
They began to hike over to Antelope Island. They moved quickly. They didn’t want to miss the breaking of the glass. As they were walking they heard deafening screams.
They knew something had to be going on. They saw a herd of bison running around near the wedding spot. And they smelled a familiar odor. The two nodded at each other and began to high tail it to the chuppah.
“Don’t you have relations with the buffalo?” asked Alana.
“I only wish I did. A kid I used to spend my summers with was very close to the mighty animal. It protected him. The rest of us dreamed to have that.”
The two ran as fast as they could.
They saw Jen and Jake on the floor bleeding. They saw others in the same situation. Then they saw Anat charging on her buffalo at the bride and groom.
Alana and Marc looked at each other. They jumped onto a tree. As Anat was heading toward Jen and Jake, Marc jumped off the tree, while Alana shot gallons of wine into Anat’s eyes. Anat fell off the buffalo. Marc landed on top and rode it like a stallion. As he was riding, he was meditating. He was thinking of the great buffalo master from his earlier years. He was channeling him. He got the buffalo to slow down and nod to the rest of the herd.
In the meantime, Alana jumped off the tree and pelted Anat with figs. They got caught in her filthy hair. She was still on the ground after her fall. She tried to get up but tripped over her boots. Alana showered her with pomegranate wine.
Meanwhile, the buffalo retreated. Marc hopped off his and walked over to Jake and Jen and began first aid. Alana was checking the other folks.
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