It was the loveliest of days in mid-April. The bison was feeling frisky and went for a walk. He loved the scents of the lilacs, the colors of the decorative trees and the beauty of the yellow mustard (some people think it's a weed) growing everywhere. Even the pollen of the big trees didn't tickle his nose too awful much. He came to a little strip mall, but, oh, oh, it looks like there are alligators here. The sign said "Fried Alligator", but our bison buddy panicked when he saw the word alligator. All he could think of was Teeth, Teeth, and more Teeth. Looking around quickly, he climbed up a flowering tree. Turns out it was a tree named dog wood (maybe even a protective St. Bernard or, even better, a Great Pyrennes). With much relief, the bison decided to stay put, safely out of reach of any and all alligator teeth.