(Ok ^^)
Clash lifted his head from the grass. Another Bighorn ram stood there, slowly but surlely edging his way around Clash to approach the herd. He snorted, and the herd looked up. The ewes (female sheep) looked at both of the rams. The smaller male charged at Clash. Clash lowered his horns, banging against the other male. They locked horns, and twisted and turned. Suddenly Clash's hoof slipped out from behind him. He looked out from under him. They were at the edge of the cliff. He needed to get the male away from his herd, no matter what. He flipped the male over the cliff. The male tumbled down, but got his front hooves on a foot wide ledge. But the ledge crumbled. Clash turned, and the herd crowded around him, bawing and bleating.