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.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru