It started like any other afternoon in the village — hot sun, dust in the air, a few friends riding motorcycles like it was their own personal racetrack. T-shirts flapping, flip-flops dangerously close to the ground, and smiles bigger than their fuel tanks.
But then… the universe had other plans.
Out of the horizon came two unexpected guests. No, not more bikers. Not cows. Not even traffic police with bad attitudes. These were giant, muscular, horned mammals, storming onto the road like they had a grudge against everything with wheels and an engine.
Nobody knew exactly what species these beasts were — part ram, part mountain, part “we-don’t-have-time-to-Google-it.” But what was clear was that they meant business.
One of the riders — let’s call him Raj — had just perfected his coolest low-speed turn, when BOOM! One of the horned beasts locked eyes with him and launched into what can only be described as a revenge tackle from the Animal Kingdom. Raj flew off his bike with the grace of a sack of potatoes falling off a truck. The ground didn’t even see it coming.
The rest of the crew did what any brave group of friends would do:
They ran.
Screaming.
One guy even dropped his phone and went back for it mid-sprint, probably regretted it instantly.
But the chaos didn’t stop there. 
While the bikers scattered like marbles on marble, the two beasts squared up like gladiators. Heads down, horns forward, and hearts full of vengeance, they collided with the kind of impact that would make Thor raise an eyebrow.
It was unclear whether they were fighting over territory, pride, or simply the fact that one of them was mad the other stole his favorite mud puddle. Whatever it was, they weren’t done.
This wasn’t just a fight. It was a performance. A drama. A national geographic episode that escaped the editing room.
Eventually, the dust settled. The beasts wandered off. The bikers regrouped, emotionally scarred but physically intact (except Raj, who now claims to have “a spiritual connection with mammals”).
And thus, the legend was born.
The day motorcycles met musclehorns.
The day tarmac became turf.
The day no one will ever forget.
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