The swan glides through life on elegance and emotional depth, while the bison charges forward on stubbornness and raw instinct — which sounds romantic until someone tramples the good china. As friends, they can find an odd mutual respect, the swan appreciating the bison's dependability, the bison quietly awed by the swan's grace. But romantically? The swan needs poetry and the bison thinks poetry is something you feed horses. Between the sheets there's a fleeting curiosity, but once the novelty wears off, one of them is definitely sleeping on the couch.
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