One day Estanislao Reyes was riding horseback from San Juan to Santa Clara along the road called Loma de la Oja.
On the way he had to pass a meadow. In this meadow two sheep were fighting. He looked at them and drove on. I arrived in Santa Clara and lived there with my relatives for a whole week. And when he was returning home along the same road, he saw two tails desperately fighting each other. This was all that was left of the two brawlers.