When I see how ambitious he look, I did one great heroism: I continued to wave red rag & rush towards them picnic folks so I could be there to protect them when Hon. Bull begin to hook. They was 48 feet ahead of me, but me & Hon. Bull run very fast. I keep ahead, because he stop to swear two or three times. We reached Hon. Fence together, just as Hon. Snow & Hon. Dilk was getting over with armful of family.
Roars!! That grand-square animal kicked me with horns so skilfully that I made airship movement & come down on fence just in time to help Hon. Dilk & family fall over. Yet they was thankless. Everybody was on other side by that time. You would think they should be happy to see me light among them—yet not.
Hon. Bull spent 36 minutes making angry promenades up & down fence talking oratory in cow language. Then he go back to where Hon. Lunch was & spent rest of afternoon kicking it into river with horns.
Hon. Sky begin to rain & them (2) twins made it wetter by weeps. All wish to go homewards, but that was umpossible, because Hon. Ottomobile were in field next to where Hon. Bull were setting down.
At 7:26 p. m. time, Hon. Farmer come along with moustache under chin & offer to coax off Bull, price $5.
“He are harmless,” interrogate Hon. Farmer.
“I know it,” report Hon. Snow. “He merely chased us to tell us so.”
We all got into car, pretty soonly, and start homewards amidst considerable drips and shipwrecked feelings of stumach.
“Shakspeare never wrote nothing so tragic like to-day,” glub Hon. Snow.
“Dearie, when you see Nature, you must take him like he comes,” snuggest Hon. Mrs.