Self-Identity

“Can I pull you away to come look at what the boys found?” the Segundo asked.

“Certainly,” answered the concerned boss.

They got in the Gator and headed for the corrals, where the counting of cattle from the recent Fall round-up and separation for shipment was happening. As the pair pulled up, they could hear a general tumult and the excitement in the cowhand’s voices.

He climbed the railing, only to see an eighteen-pointer milling about with the rest of the cattle in the pen.

“Now, that ain’t something you see everyday,” the boss laughed, “An elk – self-identifying as beeves.”