I was walking through the grass flatlands, coming up on some rolling hills. The air was cold and arid and on top of that I had been hiking for ages and I’m reaching a high elevation. I came around the corner and I spotted a Guanaco. This animal was smaller than your average llama. It was about 3 feet by 3 feet. The medium sized creature that is a descendant from the camel, much like llamas and alpacas turned it head in a swift motion to look at me.
I quickly realized that the Guanaco wasn't looking at me, it was looking at the small but mighty Jerboa. The Jerboa is a small rodent that comes from the Dipodidae family.
I quickly realized that the Guanaco wasn't looking at me, it was looking at the small but mighty Jerboa. The Jerboa is a small rodent that comes from the Dipodidae family.
Perspective of the Jerboa:
One night after a long day of sleeping I decided I wanted to get a late night snack. I scurried out of my burrow and went to dig up some roots. After I dug up my precious food the wind started to blow and it blew my roots all the way across the plane. I was sad but I scurried along to find it. When I got there the wind blew it away again. The wind blew my food across Algeria, down into Mali, across Ginea, through the North Atlantic Ocean, around Brazil and after all that, the wind carried my food right into Bolivia. My journey ended on a rock where I could eat my root in peace, but it was colder than I was used to and there were a bunch of unfamiliar faces.
Perspective of the Guanaco:
I was just grazing on the grass on the side of the mountain when I heard this noise. I looked up and saw a human but that wasn't the weirdest part, I saw a weird mouse with big ears. I've never seen anything like it before but then it started struggling. The Jerboa fell over and it wasn't moving. I think it got Hypothermia.
Human perspective:
The Jerboa just died! Maybe because of its lack of nutrition mixed with the altitude sickness. Not to mention that it 15 degrees.
I guess the Guanaco wins!
One night after a long day of sleeping I decided I wanted to get a late night snack. I scurried out of my burrow and went to dig up some roots. After I dug up my precious food the wind started to blow and it blew my roots all the way across the plane. I was sad but I scurried along to find it. When I got there the wind blew it away again. The wind blew my food across Algeria, down into Mali, across Ginea, through the North Atlantic Ocean, around Brazil and after all that, the wind carried my food right into Bolivia. My journey ended on a rock where I could eat my root in peace, but it was colder than I was used to and there were a bunch of unfamiliar faces.
Perspective of the Guanaco:
I was just grazing on the grass on the side of the mountain when I heard this noise. I looked up and saw a human but that wasn't the weirdest part, I saw a weird mouse with big ears. I've never seen anything like it before but then it started struggling. The Jerboa fell over and it wasn't moving. I think it got Hypothermia.
Human perspective:
The Jerboa just died! Maybe because of its lack of nutrition mixed with the altitude sickness. Not to mention that it 15 degrees.
I guess the Guanaco wins!