One day I was running with a red top, then a bull looked at me. Then the bull came running at me. I ran for my life. I crpt in the gooey mud, and the bull was gone. I got out. I looked at my feet, they were caked in mud. I waited, then the bull was back. I ran to my house. The bull broke my door. I ran upstairs. He followed me. I jumped out the window. He did not follow. The big bull charged downstairs. He ran at me. Then he was gone and it was over. My Mum and Dad were cross at me for breaking the door. I was telling them the story. They did not believe me.