newbuzz...Animals are funny. I know, because I observe them often. Sometimes I wonder what they must be thinking. Other times I just look and laugh. One day as I was driving by a small beef cattle feedlot, I noticed one young steer standing on the top of a snow pile. It could not have been easy getting up there, because it was not a gradual climb. It was just a six foot peak of snow with about a six foot base. How did the snow pile get there? Was there something under that snow? Why was he standing there like that? All the other cattle were milling around, chewing their cud, just like there was no steer on top of a snow pile. He looked content. They looked content. But what was the story? What makes a steer climb to the top of a snow pile? Then I remembered a game we used to play in childhood; King of the hill. When it used to snow in our neighborhood and the snowplow piled up heaping mounds on front lawn curbs, we put on our bulky snowsuits and headed outside to play. The first one to the top of the biggest hill was King. The King was at the top, higher than everyone else, looking down at everyone else. The King held his or her place until he or she got tired of it. Then, the King stepped down to play, and someone else took the place. Sometimes there was a scuffle to get to the top. Other times, no one wanted the position, and at these times, the little kid got to make it to the top. Standing there in all his glory, no one else noticed the little kid. But it was his Kingship nonetheless. Why did he do it? Because he could, and it felt good to be at the top.