A: Watch Your Step

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Kathy: Geez— those wildebeests don't seem very... bright!
Fred: They don't have to be. Er, watch where you step, Ma'am...

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Fred: All they do is eat, sleep, and make more wildebeests. They don't have any sort of need for technology, culture, or art...

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Fred: ...unless you consider the ability to move in giant, swirling masses an art form...

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B: Death and Taxes

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Kathy: But how do they live? They seem so primitive—! I mean, they weren't even wearing loincloths—
Fred: They are primitive. The savannah provides all that they require.

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Fred: They're nomadic pasturists. They follow the grass that follows the rains. They do serve a purpose, in keeping the grass mowed. They pay an annual tax to the Duchess for the priviledge of using Crown Lands.
Kathy: But if they own nothing— what kind of tax can they pay?

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Fred: The current rate is three thousand calves a year.