Teasing the Bull
While living on East Street in Grinnell Iowa,
there was this pasture across from our fence,
that had cows and a bull.
They were owned by this farmer,
who we thought was Hitler, at the time
there had been talk that he was still alive.
This was around 1953 or so. Anyway this farmer
looked like Hitler because he had a moustache
like he did, plus he talked in German, he even combed
his hair like Hitler, we could not understand him at all,
so we were always making fun of him and teashing his bull.
This was not very nice I know and was not a smart thing to do,
but hey we were just some dumb kids.
One day we stepped over the fence,
to see how close we could get to the bull,
I got closer and closer, then I stopped and looked
behind me to see that my friends had left me and
were back in my yard across the fence. I had been teasing
the bull and he was real mad by this time, then he started chasing me,
I ran like crazy crabbed a hold of the fence, threw my self over,
cutting my hands real bad, but better that, than being mauled by the bull.
My friends thought I was a real hero, they patted me on the back, saying way
to go Jimmy, Just one of the things I did as a kid, wonder I ever grew up.
written 8-8-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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