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The Aurochs’ Dilemma


          Elder aurochs bellowed, accepting the youngster’s challenge. Most
        of the herd discretely vacated the area: no point in getting kicked or
        gored in someone else’s fight.
          And they had seen it all before: one would win, one lose. Perhaps
        they  would  have  a  new  leader,  perhaps  not.  Those  who  knew  the
        elder’s private grazing patch trotted toward it, certain of getting a few
        chews of better-quality grass before being chased off in the event of
        his  victory.  Only  a  few  wide-eyed  calves  milled  around  at  a  safe
        distance  to see what would  happen. Young  bulls sniffed  the  air of
        combat and felt a sympathetic jolt of adrenalin. Fighters were made,
        not born; and an opportunity to pick up a few pointers would not be
        wasted.
          Rebel aurochs thought he’d absorbed all the technique he’d need—
        not that he could have helped going after the top spot: his time had
        come. Hesitation would only trigger a move by a rival in his cohort.
        He had stamina, speed and quickness on his side. He pawed the turf
        in swift sharp strikes, signaling impatience. He was about to charge
        the elder when it occurred to him that maybe he hadn’t seen it all. In
        that case it might not be wise to commit too soon. If he exposed his
        flank or telegraphed which way he would toss his horns, the old bull
        might well come up with a defense the younger hadn’t witnessed or
        considered. He stood his ground, snorting and prancing even more
        provocatively. Let the elder think he lacked confidence, and draw him
        out first.
          The  aging  leader  saw  the  other’s  indecision,  as  well  as  the
        attempted cover-up with bravado. Obviously the rebel did not want
        to  make  the  first  move—but  why?  Was  it  fear,  second  thoughts
        about his  readiness to take  on the  most experienced  fighter in  the
        herd?  The  elder  recalled  other  hasty  off-balance  attacks  he  had
        rebuffed  with  minimal  effort.  Those  contenders  mistakenly  had
        assumed  he  was  too  weak  and  slow  to  fend  off  a  full-tilt  head-on
        assault. But he had barely needed to lock horns with them; their own
        momentum  was  enough to  send  them  spinning  off  in  defeat.  This
        latest  competitor  showed  signs  of  intelligence:  might  he  have

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