“They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.
Her face contorted a little bit, scrunched up around her nose as she placed her finger across her mouth and thought. “Well,” she finally stated, “I thought it was a bit contrite. The characters were shallow. There was never really a plot to speak of. And, most of all, what was with all those buffalo?”
His face went slack as he listened to her berate his newest story. “You’ve been talking to your mother, haven’t you?”