“Come” said the ibex, “there is a great spot there. You won’t believe how many there are, and they keep coming; must be a migration spot.”
“Really? The two legged animals without horns.”
“ Yes, those ones. Come, the evening is upon us and they always disappear in weird wooden boxes in the evening.”
Hum… question of the day… how many ibex have taken my pictures?
A Fish on a Hill 