We went on a picnic, found a nice shady place and spread out the blanket. The lady opened the lid to get the table cloth and out popped a cat’s head. She ( the cat ) had a huge smile on her face and inside we found chicken bones stripped to look like they went through the dish washer. She stepped out of the basket and said “meow” stuck her tail high in the air and rubbed her side against my leg. Who wanted chicken anyway “Not Me”
The lady handed me the bottle of wine and I popped the cork and it sprayed all over us and the cat went that a-way! Apparently the cat has no taste for wine! We sat there looking at each other and decided since there was no one around, we would clean and refresh ourselves in the cool waters of the creek. Something was moving in the bushes, not far away. Now where did that cat go, was it her in that tall grass! She could have stayed close and warned us of any danger or surprise visit. As you know, there is always a big mean looking Bull in these stories, so take a look over there, that looks like a mean one to me and he is coming toward us breathing fire.
Ladies should never clime trees when wearing a full skirt . The Bull stood there for what seamed to be hours, looking up at her. I was on the ground behind the tree and the Bull wasn’t paying any attention to me. I touched his nose and nothing happened. I pulled on his tail and still he did nothing. That was when I decided to kick him in the butt, He turned, snorted and hooked me with one of them long horns tossing me in the air and catching me on his back. Normally, one can’t stay on the back of a bull, but this guy wasn’t going to let me fall off. He hauled me better than half way back to town and there he dumped me on the ground. With out taking a second look at me, he turned and was running back towards that tree.
When I arrived back at this tree, The lady was no where to be found. All I could find was the full skirt and a sun hat with a pink ribbon around it. I searched the ground for a sign of which way they may have went and found nothing. I returned to town and gave a report to the county Sheriff. A search party was formed, and they were thinking that the lady was laying somewhere badly hurt. By the end of the day, nothing had been found and the search was to continue the following day.
At the end of the second day, there was still no trace of the lady or the bull. Then later a farmer had reported that his bull was missing, could this be the same bull ? Then someone saw a bull and a half dressed lady, she was setting on the rail of a fence and the bull was standing behind her with his chin on her shoulder. By the time the Sheriff got there, they were gone. A week later, the lady was back in her home and planning a large barbecue party and had invited a large number of people.
The lady was charged and had to appear before the court and the judge was not happy with her for what she had done. She had used her charms to take advantage of the bull and now he was being served at her party.
Moral of the story: Don’t pass around any Bull when you are having a party .
Ben R. Bauer Sept. 4, 2007
The lady handed me the bottle of wine and I popped the cork and it sprayed all over us and the cat went that a-way! Apparently the cat has no taste for wine! We sat there looking at each other and decided since there was no one around, we would clean and refresh ourselves in the cool waters of the creek. Something was moving in the bushes, not far away. Now where did that cat go, was it her in that tall grass! She could have stayed close and warned us of any danger or surprise visit. As you know, there is always a big mean looking Bull in these stories, so take a look over there, that looks like a mean one to me and he is coming toward us breathing fire.
Ladies should never clime trees when wearing a full skirt . The Bull stood there for what seamed to be hours, looking up at her. I was on the ground behind the tree and the Bull wasn’t paying any attention to me. I touched his nose and nothing happened. I pulled on his tail and still he did nothing. That was when I decided to kick him in the butt, He turned, snorted and hooked me with one of them long horns tossing me in the air and catching me on his back. Normally, one can’t stay on the back of a bull, but this guy wasn’t going to let me fall off. He hauled me better than half way back to town and there he dumped me on the ground. With out taking a second look at me, he turned and was running back towards that tree.
When I arrived back at this tree, The lady was no where to be found. All I could find was the full skirt and a sun hat with a pink ribbon around it. I searched the ground for a sign of which way they may have went and found nothing. I returned to town and gave a report to the county Sheriff. A search party was formed, and they were thinking that the lady was laying somewhere badly hurt. By the end of the day, nothing had been found and the search was to continue the following day.
At the end of the second day, there was still no trace of the lady or the bull. Then later a farmer had reported that his bull was missing, could this be the same bull ? Then someone saw a bull and a half dressed lady, she was setting on the rail of a fence and the bull was standing behind her with his chin on her shoulder. By the time the Sheriff got there, they were gone. A week later, the lady was back in her home and planning a large barbecue party and had invited a large number of people.
The lady was charged and had to appear before the court and the judge was not happy with her for what she had done. She had used her charms to take advantage of the bull and now he was being served at her party.
Moral of the story: Don’t pass around any Bull when you are having a party .
Ben R. Bauer Sept. 4, 2007
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