Buffalo Susan snorted. She lowered her horns to better show them off. She pawed the ground some. “Oh please, everything I do helps you grow. My eating grass helps it to better grow. Grass uses my dung for fertilizer. And when I die? Well, it’s like one big banquet for all of you. All the nutrients in my body go right into soil, and Grass just laps it up.”

For once Prairie Dog Jake agreed with Buffalo Susan, or at least with the part where Grass Ann Marie was not Queen of the Grasslands. “Miss busy-body would have to think she was the most important thing,” he said.

And with that, they all just stopped talking to each other for a while. Then, Buffalo Susan started feeling a little itchy. She walked over to the prairie dog mounds and lay down, wallowing in the dust.