“I hope the fence is good and strong so he can’t get loose,” said Violet.
“I guess Farmer Joel wouldn’t turn the bull into a field unless the fence was good and strong,” replied Mrs. Bunker.
“Mother, what would we do if the bull got loose and chased us?” Margy asked.
“The best thing to do, I suppose,” said Mother Bunker, “would be to run and get on the other side of a strong fence, if it could be done. Or climb a tree. Bulls can’t go up trees.”
“But after you got up into the tree he might hit the tree with his head and knock you out and hook you, mightn’t he?” asked Violet.
“Well, he might,” replied her mother. “Perhaps it would be best not to go anywhere near the bull. But if he should come after you—run away somewhere or get behind a fence or something.”
“He’s terrible strong, isn’t he?” observed Mun Bun, as he watched the bull hitting his head against the fence as if trying to knock it over.
“He is, indeed. Bulls are very strong,” said his mother. “I should think Farmer Joel would be afraid this one would knock the fence down. But perhaps it is all right.”
However, the fence was not all right, or else the bull was stronger than was supposed, for a few days later something very alarming took place.
Russ and Rose had been left in charge of the four smaller Bunkers while their father and mother went visiting a distant farmer whom Mr. Bunker had known some years before.