my trip with shadows club. It was an evening in kodai, conditions most agreeable for a brisk jaunt, surprising most of my bovver gang too developed itchy feet. So all we cronies set forth towards a distant falls. En route we were cautioned by good-natured souls to be wary of bisons .Bisons ,they said weren't of a kindly disposition, and take particular delight in goring men.Though extremely disconcerted by these sanguinary pursuits of bisons , we, nevertheless pressed on for the code of conduct of shadows proscribed such backtracking. I was particularly perplexed, as I was not known to fleeter of feet, but I had great confidence in lissomness of one of my chums who propitiously weighed a mighty hundred kilos. I and Ona keep the lead, while the rest of party laggardly brought up the rear. Then all of a sudden , ona frantically gesticulating to me , dashed off hell for leather. Now I knew all this would only mean propinquity of a bison, yet all I saw was a humongous cow placidly ruminating in middle of the track. Rest of the party needless to say ,spurred on by Ona scrammed off to a man and I stood there pondering " how on earth could a man mistake a white jersey cow to a bison". Far more bewildering was " how on earth- with all due respects to anna university- this intellectual managed to get an engg degree ( something that I have been trying for six years) . Back inthe pension boys preened over themselves for pulling off such a near squeak .Ona spent considerable time describing the behemoth proportions of the bison.Later that night a grateful shadows drank the nightcap to the health of Ona.
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