Twice a year we are kicked out of our favourite pasture to acomodate you lot of itinerate humans. Of course dear Richard is always welcome, but the rest of his flock churn up our grass, put tents and caravans on it, set fire to our dust hole,cook our relatives, and make a lot of noise. We are glad that leopards are going to be there. Maybe they'll eat you, especially the loud bloke with a hat!