The Buffalo Wanted My Pancakes


This is Deputy Digby Pancake. How often do you find a smellier creature than me? Not often I tell you. How often do you find a bigger, smellier creature than me? Never until yesterday. We found the world’s biggest buffalo here in this North Dakota place. Yes, we did. And he wanted my pancakes.


Now hear me out on this one. I need to know why there is a giant buffalo here. What is the deal? Who cleans up after this thing? And I get in trouble for going to the bathroom on everything under the sun? And why does he want my pancakes?

I tried to eat as many pancakes as I could before we went to visit him. And yes, its a him, I don’t need to elaborate. If you don’t know my story and why my middle name is Pancake, well, then, I can only imagine this is his problem too. I am going to give him the benefit of the doubt on this one.


Never in a million years or two did I think I would ever see such a sight. I never thought I would be in North Dakota. And well, surprise, surprise. You never know where life is going to take you, that is for sure. But that being said, I think I better get prepared for the next thing that wants to steal my pancakes. I probably need to stock up and such. Girl Person? Get to cookin. But please, good grief, lay off the butter!

Today, we have to drive more in this North Dakota place to somewhere called Medora. Our states are getting bigger and more expansive like my belly. So will you join us today for another drive? Pancakes are packed, Sheriff’s attitude is packed and the persons are packed because it seems as if we are carrying everything in this Big Blue Treat Wagon. Here we come! Oh, and by the way…what is howling in the distance here in this North Dakota place? I know you thought I was ending this blog, but I had to ask. My job isn’t a writer, it’s just me. Digby.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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