"Have a son, plant a tree write a book" PBD Close your eyes and imagine you're in a jungle, in a remote part of the world. It's early morning the sun is rising and there is a slight fog in the air. You and forty of your Gazelle friends are trying to survive the day to day(9am-5pm). Oh, and Durell! Durell doesn't wear camouflage fur, everyday its something different and today Durell is in all Gold. The sun is glistening off his antlers. From certain angles his antlers are shinning the sun in your eyes. The jungle is clustered with predators looking for something to devour. Durell never uses his inside voice. He never seems to be on alert for potential threats. He trots when he walks crunching every dried leaf, and branch. Whenever he is around you, you always feel nervous and unsure of what is going to happen. Durell is always talking about himself and never concerned with other Gazelles around him. He messes up the call out for potential threats. He says snake for bear or lion for snakes. Durell feels excluded from every group and he doesn't know why. How often are you going to graze next to Durell? Is it racist that nobody wants to be around Durell? Or is it survival?