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  • Buffalo killing is an event of my school to know old Native American life. Last year, I experienced my first buffalo killing. It was a one cold day in December. I had been looking forward it because I hadn't seen a real buffalo. Even a real one.

    Although the name of this event is buffalo killing, actually we didn't watch a scene that a buffalo was killed right there. On that day a dead buffalo was carried into background of our school. It was seemed that it didn't past so long because the blood on the carrier was still red. Then two men started to cut the buffalo from its hip with big knifs. I felt it's gross because red bloody parts started to appear and I don't like to see blood. But I was so interested too. I could see steam over it and I felt the heat of it. It was still warm. I felt a life.

    They kept cutting it. When they cut bowel it smelled bad. The knife got bloody. After they cut off the rib a crowd was made by the carrier. I wondered what it is and went into it. The rib was shared to people there. They were eating ribs which were parts of the buffalo a little time ago. I just couldn't believe that! It was so gross for me! My friends urged me to eat it. I refused.

    But I thought it would be the only chance to eat raw buffalo meat. Thinking so, I started to want to experience it. When I put it in my mouth I felt the warmth first. That let me know again that it was alive a little time ago. I felt its smell next. It was bloody and animal smell. I didn't like it. Then I felt taste. It was not so bad. Actually I would like that taste if it did't smell. I need to chew it again and again to swallow it. It was very crunchy and each time I chew I taste juice of it.

    It tasted better than I thought. But after I had finished to eat it I felt bad. I felt like the eyes of buffalo were looking at me quietly. That small piece of the buffalo's rib was a part of my body.
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