The line of cars in front of us hadn’t budged an inch in ages. That didn’t mean that other traffic wasn’t moving, however. In fact, it was coming right for us. “Get back in the car.” “It’s on your side! I just want to take a picture!” “He’s bigger than the car…” “It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die! I want to pet it!” “Please… don’t…” Just then, the big bull bison rumbled this deep bassy sound, and a snort fogged the window just inches away from my face. A big eye peered in at us. That’s when I heard a
