Benny the Bison’s Brilliant Battle Plan
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Benny the bison was not the biggest, nor was he the strongest bison on the prairie. But everyone agreed he was the silliest, and maybe the most clever, too.
Benny loved two things above all else: rolling in the dust until he looked like a giant chocolate truffle, and munching so much grass that his round belly wobbled like jelly when he walked. But there was something Benny cared about even more than snacks and silly games: keeping his herd safe.
The herd of bison spent most of their days peacefully grazing under the wide, open sky. Life was calm, quiet, and just a little bit boring.
That changed one afternoon when a sneaky shadow slipped through the tall grass. A wolf, lean and hungry, crept closer, his eyes glowing with mischief. He crouched low, ready to pounce.
The herd stiffened. Calves squeaked and huddled close to their mothers. Old bulls snorted nervously. Nobody moved.
Then Benny trotted forward, puffing out his chest. “Don’t worry, everyone,” he said with a wink. “I’ve got this under control.”
Betty, his best friend, tilted her head. “Benny… do you even have a plan?”
“Of course I do!” Benny declared proudly. “In fact, I’ve got a brilliant battle plan!”
The Dusty Distraction
The wolf licked his lips and slunk forward, his paws silent on the earth. Benny stomped one hoof with a dramatic thud. “Step one, dust power!” he announced.
Before anyone could stop him, Benny flopped onto the ground and rolled on his back. Left, right, spin, repeat. Dust rose higher and higher until he vanished inside a swirling brown fog. His horns peeked out, then his tail, then nothing but haze.
“Cough, cough! Achoo!” wheezed the wolf, stumbling back with watery eyes.
Through the dust cloud, the herd could just make out Benny’s wobbly dance.
“Battle plan step one,” Benny announced between spins, “make ’em sneeze!”
The calves burst into giggles. Even the grown bison couldn’t help chuckling as the wolf sneezed so loudly that prairie dogs popped out of their burrows to see what was going on.
The wolf shook his head, but his nose wouldn’t stop twitching.
The Silly Stampede
But wolves don’t give up easily. Sniffling and sneezing, he circled closer again. Benny squinted and stomped his hoof. “All right, herd; time for step two!”
“Is this going to be another… unusual idea?” Betty whispered. “Of course,” Benny grinned. “The sillier, the better!”
He reared up dramatically and shouted, “Okay, herd! Follow me!”
Everyone expected a thunderous stampede that would send the wolf running. But Benny had a different plan. Instead of charging straight, he bolted in wide circles. Then he zigzagged like a rabbit. Then, most surprising of all, he hopped like a kangaroo.
The herd blinked.
“Come on, don’t just stand there!” Benny called. “Stampede silly, not scary!”
One by one, the bison joined in. Big bulls galloped in swirly loops. Calves zigzagged like lightning bolts.
Dust flew everywhere as the herd transformed into a wiggly, jiggly, giggly parade.
The wolf stopped in confusion. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to keep track of the strange movements. His head spun, his paws tangled—and whump! He tripped over his own tail and fell flat on his face.
“Battle plan step two,” Benny announced proudly, “make ’em dizzy!”
Victory with a Giggle
At last, the wolf had had enough. Covered in dust, dizzy from the silly stampede, and sneezing like crazy, he scampered back into the tall grass with a yelp.
The herd erupted in cheers. “Benny, you saved us!” cried Betty.
Benny puffed out his chest and struck a heroic pose. “See? You don’t always need strength to win. Sometimes, a funny plan works just as well!”
From that day forward, Benny was no longer just the goofy bison who rolled in the dirt and made up silly dances. He became the herd’s protector—the “Brilliant Battle Bison.”
The End !
