I’m afraid I must agree with you, at least regarding the one recent incident where I found myself running side by side with the Magnus Pedi’s trying to dodge the tranquilizer darts being fired at us from the Conservancy. One of the brutes was brought down by a dart that caught him in one of his “big feet”, but I was able to extract it soon enough to avert its deleterious effects. Soon he was up and limping on his good “big foot”. Later that evening while supping on pecans and rabbit haunches, I taught them how to recognize the alarming sound of a bolt action on a rifle being engaged.

