The caked feet walk swiftly and silently past the huge brown bull, through the squishy squelchy mud puddle. The bull doesn't charge, the man is camouflaged. The bull is thinking whether to charge or not. Finally it charged. The man had no choice but to run. He sprinted through the squishy, squelchy mud, onto the warm spiky grass. With mud smothered feet, he ran and ran past houses, through puddles, across roads and down alleyways, with the bull still behind him. People stared at this astonishing sight. The bull finally stopped. The man went home and the bull went back to the muddy field.