They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods. The brothers hid as the small juvenile forest buffalo scurried into the undergrowth.
“Did they spot us?”
“Doesn’t matter if they did. Young bulls are so full of themselves that they have a hard time remaining still even for the egrets and the oxpeckers to keep the flies and ticks away.”
“We have to keep very still?”
“That doesn’t matter much either. The oxpeckers will be frightened off by us first. All we do is to wait until a good romp in the shallows leaves one of the foolish young ones all by themselves.”
“Then it’s suppertime?”
“You got it!”
Written for Monday’s Finish That Story. Requirements: Using the photo prompt and the provided first sentence, tell a story of only 100-150 words.