The bull waits in the rain, nose rubbed gold by the little girl who visits, unafraid of the lowered horns and the pawing hooves, protecting him from the hero with the sword.
They chased after the bull for days. But he seemed very intelligent and outwitted them. He would set up traps and leads which led them into other canyons. One of the cowboys said, “He’s smart.” Another said, “We should breed him, not send him for pet food.” Another said, “we have to catch him first.”
The bull waits in the rain, nose rubbed gold by the little girl who visits, unafraid of the lowered horns and the pawing hooves, protecting him from the hero with the sword.
Sipping on sickly sweet redbull and playing adult at a Bleachers concert. It was a good time to be an Ann.
They chased after the bull for days. But he seemed very intelligent and outwitted them. He would set up traps and leads which led them into other canyons. One of the cowboys said, “He’s smart.” Another said, “We should breed him, not send him for pet food.” Another said, “we have to catch him first.”