One of the big guys, Susan got the irony. Whatever made the kids zap back into this place, into these inhabitants of the Plains had a sense of humor. Susan was the smallest kid in the entire seventh grade. Now she was big and shaggy. You could even call her massive. And she had horns! She loved her horns. Let anyone try and mess with her now.

Susan fixed her eyes on the coyote, and just as the coyote had recognized her as Susan, she knew straight off that the coyote was Fionn. It was the same way she knew that the prairie dog disappearing into the ground was Jake, and the grass was Ann Marie. Being that the grass was Ann Marie, Susan was a bit afraid to step on her. She didn’t want to cause any pain.

“Ann Marie, are you okay?” Susan asked.

“More than okay,” answered the Grass Ann Marie. “I feel delicious!”

Then, Coyote Fionn perked up his ears in a way that Buffalo Susan did not like at all. Buffalo Susan then reacted by running to join her herd. It was where she belonged. It felt great to be part of something so big. She could feel hundreds of buffalo all around her. She could feel their buffalo heat, see their calm big brown eyes, and join in with all those mouths lowered to the ground. It felt comfortable and safe and just so right. And, the grass, it just kept going for miles, just one big delicious golden-green treat.

Buffalo Susan stood in the middle of a group of buffalo. She pulled at and then chewed on a big hunk of grass. She swallowed it down. Then, to Susan’s surprise, the chomped-up grass came right back up from her stomach so she could chew it some more. (When the chomped-up grass comes back up it is called “cud”). “Oh yeah,” thought Buffalo Susan as she chewed on the cud. “I’m a ruminant;