There I was, lying on the hard ground, face down. I felt a big bump on the back of my head. I got up. I felt a bit dozy and I fell over again, but I managed to get back up. I looked around and saw that I was at a farm and wondered how I got there. Then I saw a bull. I stopped in my tracks. My heart was pounding. I moved back slowly, then I ran. I ran into some chunky mud and I tripped over. I got up and ran again. Squelch, blubber went my revoltingly smelly feet as I ran and ran from the outrageous, raging bull. But the bull caught up with me and knocked me out cold. That was the end of me.
By Sam W
I like mostly all your words From Max
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