All The Rage These Days

Here lies a beautiful brave bull, with big ferocious horns the size of a human arm.

She was love, but nobody knew how to love her properly. It was the anger inside of her, also the passion with a temper like hers, and the fire in her eyes we are still wondering how she survived this long. All of the traits that mimic a Taurus bull. With the bull-like traits that allow for all loyal aspects to kick in, she did not know how to differentiate from being played or when someone was actually loving her beyond her appearance and what she can do for them.

Let’s take a look into the events that led to her gruesome death.

The day was bright and the weather was warm with a spring feel to it. There she was, out in her natural habitat with her brown fur and lovely curly, ivory horns. She was waiting to tackle the day with a positive aura exuding from her face. As the owners looked out into the yard there she was in a calm element, eating. She was one of the bulls that actually looked friendly and shy.

There goes the owner Paulette, calling out into the yard for Elly to hear.

Paulette: “Hey beautiful Elly, it’s a good morning for you baby girl.”

Elly let out a large grown and a little smirk.

Paulette walks over slowly to gently pet Elly with a warm embrace of what cannot be identified as love to Elly. As they are saying their morning hellos, there go the neighborhood bullies that often make fun of Paulette and terrorizes her with loud; obnoxious noises. They have been doing this every month for the past year like clockwork. It is seen in her eyes that she is fed up and tired of it all.

Why waste her time if they are not going to be nice or even show that they care in the slightest, but Paulette yells, “boys will just be boys, but they should grow up and be men.”

After all, the morning chaos has settled down and the day traveled on tonight. It was time to take it down after Elly was fed and Paulette had eaten herself they can finally say goodnight.

As Paulette rests her head on her pillow she falls fast asleep. Elly too is laying down to rest, so as everything eased and settled there were creaks in the night; bushes rustling. Paulette did not think anything of it until Elly started raging like a bull. Something had woke up the savage in her and Paulette could not see what it was from the window so she went down just to get a further look and she sees a group of people sneaking into the bull pin where Elly is. There is cause for alarm because Elly is not as trusting to new people especially those who mean her harm and embarrassment.

They enter her space rapidly and she is immediately antagonized as they are poking her with sticks and tormenting her. They activated the rage she has taken the last straw.

As Paulette is approaching where everything is taking place she sees Elly raving to start charging at the leading of the pack. Before Paulette knew it Elly was uncontrollable, she had gone head-on into the leader where her horn stabbed his coronary artery and he was bleeding out. Everything at that point had stopped, time, love, and life.

Elly was at the point of no return as everyone is crying and unraveling around her she is still on a rampage. The only thing Paulette could do to avoid another instant death was to put Elly to sleep and call the police and for Elly to go away.