…it reminded me of a time when… by George

Darting away from the aggrieved bull (which had ruby eyes) I tripped over a huge root. “Argh!” I screamed anxiously as I got up. It was only metres away. It reminded me of the time when I was running from a furious herd of cows with my dad. To my right, I saw a frightened boy nervously hiding behind a mossy tree that towered over an old Victorian farm building. I ran towards him, whilst the raging creature stalked me. The boy had a razor saw in his scrawny hand. I snatched it from him and brutally butchered the beast.