As George licked the boy's face, he felt a rumbling in his first stomach, and paused to bring up a wad of cud. Instead of chewing it, he used his powerful tongue to push the partially digested grass into Rick's mouth.
Expecting another friendly lick, Rick was caught unawares and had a mouthful of the greenish paste before he could clamp his lips shut. The bull pressed his muzzle against the boy's blocking attempts to spit the stuff out.
Gross! Rick tried turning his head sideways, but by the time he succeeded he found the taste of the cud interesting. Actually, it was pretty good. He worked it around in his mouth, able to taste the sweet grass mixed in with the bull's digestive juices. The longer he chewed, the more he liked it, and the easier it got. It wasn't until he swallowed the mass that he realized his mouth felt really different. In fact, his whole face felt swollen.
Reaching up in the darkness, he felt a bristled upper lip and then large, soft nostrils that were slick with mucus. But it wasn't the bull's nose - it was his!