The bull across the road is still bellowing.... and bellowing. His sounds this morning are louder, sadder, more intense than yesterday.
So picture this....... the bull is Marlon Brando..... he's out there in the small fenced-in field and watching the cows strolling in the lush green grass of the adjacent pasture...... he has been calling for his soul-mate since yesterday, and today, that female is off by herself, wandering aimlessly under the pecan tree near the fence line.... she hears that bull but knows there's a fence between them.
Should the bull take a running leap over that fence? Should he risk getting caught up in the barbed wire? He's not quite ready to slit his hind-quarters and thus mar his handsome hide.
So he stands there by the fence, his eyes never leaving his cow-prize.... he keeps bellowing.... calling..... "Stella.... Stellaaaa.... Stelllllaaaaaaa!"
Marlon Brando would be so proud.
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