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When I was about 13 years old my Grandparents moved into a farm house in the country.  It was a really nice house with three bedrooms and a very large kitchen.  The only problem with the house was there was no indoor bathroom. When we needed to go to the bathroom we would have to use an outhouse.  For some odd reason the outhouse had been placed about forty feet inside a fenced pasture.  The outhouse was guarded by a large mean bull and some cows.  The pasture was on one side of the house and on the other side was a chicken house.  Grandma and Grandpa took care of the chickens in exchange for free rent of the house. 

The first time I had to use the outhouse I took my brother, Barry, with me to the edge of the pasture so he could distract the bull long enough for me to make it to the outhouse.  I had the idea that Barry would bang on the post and yell at the bull thereby drawing the bull’s attention away from me.  I would then be able to go to the outhouse and back without a problem.  My brother and I both had experience with bulls and knew how mean they could be so I was not taking any chances.

I went to the gate while Barry walked along the fence hitting the rails with a rock and yelling at the bull.  When I saw the bull was giving Barry his full attention I opened the gate and slipped into the pasture.  At first I walked slowly and quietly so the bull would not notice me until I was more than half way to the outhouse.  That’s when the bull became bored with what Barry was doing and turned his head in my direction.  I froze in place for a few seconds then started running for my life.  That bull was faster than lightening because he got between me and the door in seconds.  I ran around the outhouse with him right on my heels.  Around and around I ran, doing circles around the outhouse until I got so dizzy I fell down to the ground.  I curled up into a ball and waited for the painful death I knew was coming.  The bull came within inches of me and stopped.  He snorted and pawed the ground but stayed where he was.  As I lay there confused and scared I heard a voice say “ok Bart, let her up now, she’s tired”.  Grandpa was leaning against the fence railing and with a big grin on his face he told me that the bull was not mean but he did love to play chase.  I went to the outhouse more than I had to after that just to have fun with the bull.  

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