Bullying the Bull






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dawnvalley
dawnvalleyAmateur Storyteller
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A poetic description about bullfighting.

Bullying the Bull

by dawnvalley

They said that the bull was always filled with rage. The bull was finally let out from its cage.

They said that the bull was always filled with rage. The bull was finally let out from its cage. He took his little steps on the sandy grounds. He looked left and right to see what surrounds.

He noticed that there was a man in front of him. And there were other people circling around them.

He noticed that there was a man in front of him. And there were other people circling around them. The spectators were watching from outside. While the bull and the man kept fixing their sights.

The bull had prepared for his run. A charge that hopefully could give the man a stun.

The bull had prepared for his run. A charge that hopefully could give the man a stun. The man then showed his red cloth. Crimson colored painted like some blood.

The bull then struck with his head. Pierced through that fabric-made red.

The bull then struck with his head. Pierced through that fabric-made red. The people from outside were cheering. The bull smiled thinking he was winning.

The bull then frowned when he looked behind. He blinked once more making sure he ain't blind.

The bull then frowned when he looked behind. He blinked once more making sure he ain't blind. The same man was standing in the center. Showing the same red, and the bull was even madder.

The bull always thought that every run was a success. He had never even stopped for a recess.

The bull always thought that every run was a success. He had never even stopped for a recess. Those never-ending movements had made the bull tired. He finally knew the matador was the one being admired.

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