In Living Color
From the moment the handler pulled the gate, Duke knew he was going
to die. The Brahma bull beneath him rocketed into the arena,
scattering dust and slinging spit and jarring Duke to the bone every
time it flung its one-ton body into the air and landed stiff-legged
in the dirt again. All he could do was hang on for dear life and
hope the folks in the emergency room wouldn't
do anything heroic.
All in all, he had to admit this time around hadn't been so bad.
Not at all like the last trip, which ended more ignominiously
than most. The previous jaunt would have been humorous
if it hadn't been so, well, bizarre. Who knew
pianos really could fall from twelfth-story windows and crush
innocent bystanders while the world watched in horrified
amazement? The experience still registered like something
out of a Saturday-morning cartoon. "There I
was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I looked
up and a piano was headed straight for me." Who would
believe a story like that? Duke wasn't sure he believed it
himself, even though he had seen it with his own
eyes - up close and in living color.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Posted by Sherryl at Friday, August 01, 2008