Somewhere in the mountains I was wandering through a forest. I stumbled upon a meadow where there was a little girl playing with a white dog. Upon closer inspection I discovered the dog really wasn't a dog but an albino tapir. She was smitten with the beast who was the embodiment of joy. The little white tapir would bound around the meadow, sniff flowers, wiggle his strange nose to the accompaniment of her laughter.

The loli told me that she was going into the forest to let her little friend go free. I was proud that she knew it wasn't the best thing to keep the tapir in captivity. It was time to finish the job and we walked hand in hand deeper into the forest. Now the tapir kept running ahead of us and lagging behind because of all the wildflowers catching his attention. Several times we waited in the shade for our little friend to catch up.

Further down the path we stumbled upon another meadow which had more of an autumn theme rather than the spring we left behind many miles ago. Lounging in the tall, yellow grass was Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter. We waved and he advised us that it's not right to let the little albino tapir free in the woods because he'd stand out like a sore thumb against the dark foliage and how we should keep him in captivity. I heard the logic but the little girl was stubborn and ignored him after saying "You're dead. You don't count anymore." Our journey continued following the odd-toed tracks into the forest.

A shot rang out and tromping through the woods was Steve and a smoking rifle. "I'm one of the hunters who's gonna bag that beast!" He rushed ahead leaving us shocked by his actions. We started running through the woods following the reports until we split up. I stumbled into a small grotto where Steve was stalking like Elmer Fudd. I jumped and whistled at him for his attention. He swung around and brought the rifle to bear when a rhinoceros crashed through the trees and knocked the Crocodile Hunter into a spin. We chased each other around a tree while the rhino lurked in the forest's shadow. Eventually the hunter gave up and simply vanished leaving me face to face with the big brute.

Every time the beast charged me, I was able to dodge out of the way. At one point his head smashed into a tree knocking his horn loose and dropping to the ground. That's when I realized the rhino really wasn't trying to hurt me. The big guy just liked charging at things and deep in his thick, gray brain the rhino understood if I was hurt then he wouldn't be able to charge me anymore.