"Not around Chicago anymore, Your Highness, I'm sorry to say," Lew replied.
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Nor anywhere else, really. Maybe a few in Western Nebraska? I don't know! What am I? A wildlife historian? Oh, you don't know what I am. I assure you I am not one. The only Bison I ever knew was named Casper and he lived at Casa de Fruta when I was a kid. He was quite friendly and loved being pet on the nose. Or he hated it and was just waiting for a good opportunity to chew a kid's hand off. You could take a small train from the gift shop/RV parking area through a little tree-shaded park to the place where he lived behind a gate. He'd often come up to check out visitors. He was both soft and bristly.
Evidence of me on the Casa de Fruta train. Apparently it was quite an exciting ride.
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