My friend had dared me to do it - to go out onto our farm
and scare the ferocious black muscly bull. It was stupid, I know. I wish I
hadn’t agreed to do it but here I am in my blue stripy pjs and green gumboots. I
gulped down the ball in my throat and gingerly, as quiet as a mouse, crept to
the small and disgusting pen piled with horrifically smelling poo.
It was an eerie night; the moon was luminous but the
dark knight had no glittering sparkles in it shimmering over the fields. I
shook like a building toppling over. I took a long, deep breath and climbed
over the slimy fence. There was a crack of bright white light, lighting the
world for a moment like a light bulb. In that flash I saw the devil red glare
of the bull’s eyes glow with rage. I let out a blood curdling scream. The
sturdy black devil got up and started slamming its hard heavy hoof on the dusty
dirt, scraping it away and turning it into a brown dust cloud. I tried to
sprint away from him but I was frozen like a statue. The bull hurtled towards
me as fast as a cheetah, puffing with rage. My feet decided they could move…I
flashed out of there like a bullet and slammed the gate shut.
The bull slumped in its corner, its shoulders relaxed
and it heaved one last snort and went quiet. I thought to myself, I could be a
rodeo clown!
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