An Angry Bull
There was a startling roar from the inside of the shed, and as I looked towards it the farmer smiled. "Can't trust him any more," he said. "-I knew when he was two he was goin' wrong. He's past three now and gettin' sour. If I was to let him out in that field nobody dare go near. He gets his head down an' tears the ground up. A couple of years can put the devil in a bull. You can shut Win in the dark; do what you like. It makes no difference, an' it's all a cruel business, so he's off to the slaughterhouse next week. Had some good calves off him too. It's a pity." We went over to the shed, and peered in through a crack. The bull was silent, aware that we were close at hand. I could hear his breathing and the uneasy movement of his feet. Suddenly he let out another roar. "Now don't take on," said his owner. "What's eatin' you man ? " Whatever it was, I was glad there was a good strong fastener on the door.
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