This can’t be happening to me

“ This can’t be happening to me ”, I thought, but I remember when I was a little girl I decided to go to meadow to gather flowers for my mother.
The day was very beautiful- warm and sunny. I was wearing a beautiful red dress, which was one of my favorite. I gathered chamomiles and was in high spirits. But suddenly when I turned around I saw a huge, angry bull who was steering at me with red furious eyes. My blood cuurdled with horror. Suddenly I got speech back and started to run. I was crying, scaring and shaking with fear. The bull wanted to chase me but he was shackled. I couldn’t see it because I was running and didn’t look what was happening behind me.
When I come home and told mother what had happened she started laughing at me because it was just a little calf.

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