But the third bull?
He was still pawing the dirt like a rodeo champion. His horns lowered, nostrils flaring, kicking dust everywhere.
The two older bulls stared at him in disbelief.
“Kid,” the first bull said nervously, “you must be out of your mind. That bull weighs more than a pickup truck.”
The second bull added, “Seriously… he could fold you up like a lawn chair.”
The giant bull slowly turned his head toward them. His shadow alone covered half the pasture.
The third bull kept stomping.
First Bull: “Listen, son. Nobody will blame you if you back down.”
Second Bull: “Yeah, just let him have a couple of your cows and stay alive.”
Finally, the third bull stopped pawing the ground and looked at them.
“Relax, fellas,” he said.
“I’m not trying to fight him.”
The two bulls blinked.
“You’re not?”
“Nope,” the little bull said.
He snorted proudly and shook the dirt off his hooves.
“I’m just making sure he knows I’m a bull.” 🐂😂