Lost: One big, bad red bull.
No bull! (You knew I couldn’t resist that one.)
Remember my story of losing the bull? Well, I suppose I shouldn’t feel too bad after all. Seems to be a regular thing. Even the big outfits do it. At least, somebody else did. And it wasn’t me this time.
This fellow’s been out and about, wandering alone for weeks, in plain sight, not quite as tricky as that one I lost in the woods. Hanging close to the side of road, perhaps hoping to hitch a ride.
Guess he missed the last chance, but he’s no fool, this big boy. Found him a good home complete with shelter, water, tall grass… though he’ll be wanting for a way home soon enough. Winter is on its way, as a snow again this morning portends…