Photo Source: Unsplash When the end of the world was first forewarned, you did nothing more than swish your tail. The others stared at the sun, rising beyond our mountains into a cornflower sky blooming ever-redder. "This happens every summer," you said without concern. "Whatever lies beyond the horizon is none of our business." You were one of the oldest in the herd, so all the yearlings took your words as permission to keep playing in grass still green from the spring rains. The...