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[matheatre]

We drove to Houston today and I saw this empty old garbage bag blowing across somebody's yard and I thought for probably a full two seconds that it was a tiny buffalo. The wind melded it into the precise shape of the silhouette of a buffalo, crouched forward and running. It looked totally real except it was much shorter than the chain link fence behind it, which was what actually cued me that it wasn't a tiny buffalo at all but rather a garbage bag being chased by the wind.

Tiny buffalo.