It was in Dorian’s DNA to ride on the backs of the North American Bison; devouring the insects kicked up in the dust as vast herds moved about the great plains.   Alack and alas those days were long gone.  Dorian liked to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to ask the Face of Everyman to retell stories about his ancestors following stampeding beasts and feasting on clouds of insects.  Strangely the venerable sage relished recounting those some what gruesome tales.  Dorian was reduced to selling Time Shares in order to afford a few grasshoppers and crickets.