"May I have your attention, Boinker, being ridden by Wrangler Jimmy Hubbard in shute # 6." calls out the announcer.
You were urged to stand a few minutes ago, and made to saunter down a walkway of tightly set steel fencing. A nasty man with some sharp stick kept poking your big butt to move you along.
Then with the awful din of noise made by thousands of chattering voices, the slamming of steel gates, and the fearful cries of other animals like you. Your tighly locked into this steel barred shute. A rope id slung under your belly and sinched ever so uncomfortably tight. As men talk about so many things there is some feelings of harted of your situation building as you jump and buck about wishing now to be released.
Then you are really disgusted as the weight of a man sets down over your back. This brings even more personnal disgust and screaming out your thoughts the bellows are lost in that din of terribly loud noise.
Suddenly all is calm and this makes you scared as of what might come to pass. You jump about in the tight fitting shute and eager now than ever to bolt out and win your freedom.
The gate flings wode open and a roaring noise of screaming people makes the bull you are now run and buck, kick out your hind legs. The man on your back has you angered. Snot and strings of green saliva fly from nostrils and mouth.
Fear mixed with anger and the roaring noise makes it all ten times worse. At Last the man falls away and in the fit of anger you swing about lowering those pointed horns and charge this ugly man.
Clowns and large wood barrels make for other targets and your lowered head and limited sight makes anything worthy of attack.
You horns hit the barrels making them fly about and with it you feel appeased. A snort, and then some more as to one side opens a gate, you run for freedom.
Ah but freedom to a rodeo bull is never really there. Down yet another shute and back to your corral and wait calmly till the announcer calls for Boinker!