I could catch one and fly away with. But neither of us kinds of creatures possess the implements used for flying. But flight is and always has been something else. Birds have it, insects have it and the Wright Bros craftwork have it too. It's why they fly high. Their kinds of nerves and wires make them do! I can walk and that suits me. On walks I see a lot of what the world has under my feet. I miss the touch with the earth if I am not walking and so much brings me the eeriness of "I don't feel at home" and makes me want to touch down to be home.

Until I saw and met Klipspringer. Wow, so handsome. The hops, so majestic. The confidence, so high it literally hops around with its confidence in tow everywhere he leaps to. The horns; a twin jutting out the head so tiny like 8.1mm callibre bullet, yet so neatly positioned and you could tell, despite the minuteness of the pair, the sharpness and toughness bore a loud warning alert to the darkest of enemies. Klipspringer. Little toes called hooves almost lesser than a pinkie finger -a human's pinkie, not an orangutan's kind. Yet the hop from them is a wonder. So much so that I wanted to be baptized into becoming Klipsringer. What would I miss the most if it truly happened? A house. Just that? No problem. I'd have a home instead at the klipsringer's where height is everything.Not the standing height. not the flying height. The altitude of being able to hike and live up on any rocky peaks of the arid corners of our earth. To own the klipspringer's nose seems like it'd means only smelling the nicest of scents, fragrances and delicacies and for clean air only.

The silver, coat of fur. The best birthday suits klipspringer is endowed with and is so blessed and lucky to wear all round the clock because they are so crazy about proper hygiene that they return home after their ever fun errands of dutiful race and graze up and down treacherous gorges, canyons and escarpments. That's so kilipspringer.