One by one, wooden gates lifted up, showing pitch-black tunnels behind them. The explorer peered into these. Nothing seemed to be there.

All was quiet. Every tribe member sat in raised wooden benches above the fence, holding his or her breath. The Leader looked on gleefully, a sinister grin spread across his face. “Nug nug,” he whispered.

The explorer looked harder down the tunnels. Suddenly, a clanking noise broke the silence.

Clink, clink, clink.

The sound echoed from deep within.

Clink, clink, clink.

The sound came from another tunnel, getting louder this time. Dim sillhouettes filled every tunnel. Then, a small moo from one tunnel.

The crowd went wild. “Nug nuuuug!”

Quick as lightning, cows poured out of every tunnel, roaring and mooing. A hulking black bull stampeded out of the biggest tunnel. It’s bell bonked against its huge chest. Its horns twisted out of its head like two mighty swords. Its blood-red eyes gazed at the explorer.

Then it charged.