it was eerily quiet and all i could hear was the rustling of the tall, yellow grass in the neighboring field. the rustling suddenly became more frantic as i looked up to see a massive, white bull trot around the end of the fence and come to a rest staring directly at me.
while trying to suppress my fear and embrace logic and any residual information i might contain regarding animal behavior in the wild garnered during youthful nights watching marlin perkins, i remembered that bulls have limited depth perception. using this hopeful piece of knowledge, i began slowly backing up toward the fence following an axis that connected me with this towering animal. as far as he could tell, i wasn't moving at all. and then it hit me and the panic began to set back in. i think he realized at the same time as me that i was perched upon a red wagon. RED.