When the gate flung
open for this ride the
bull immediately spun
to the left, reared its
hind quarters and let fly
with a vicious double
barrelled kick. The loud
“PRANGGGGGGGG” that
echoed in my ears as
the bulls legs smashed
the wrought iron bars
inches from my face
momentarily stopped my
heart. Had those bars
not separated that 1,600
pounds of solid muscle
from my head your
humble narrator would
likely be composing
this story with a pack of
crayons and drool on my
chin. The clots of dirt
that flung from its legs
and hooves covered my
face and body. I deemed
this as a good thing
though because the mud
splats on my clothing
perfectly camouflaged
the fact that I’d crapped
my pants.
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