Bull from the east invades middle ground. Runs out on road, gets chased back into middle ground, and sent home. Uphill both ways, barefoot, in annoying cold rain.
Bull from the east hears bellowing from bull from the west. Bull from the east crosses middle ground again, faces off with bull from the west. Huff huff.
Oh, come on, boys. Is all this noise really necessary? Bull from the east gets chased home again. Bull from the west wanders away to nibble on grass with his girlfriends, who are not very impressed with the whole thing.
Juanita sent me frost flowers from Arkansas. The moisture in stems of weeds freezes and bursts through, making ribbons. Aren't they wonderful!