TAKE MY ADVICE - Segment 2 (Scroll down for opening segment)

     After several weeks, Lester had fully recovered and was back to his old self--listening to my advice.

     "I would just cut across the field to Gramps,” I told Lester.  “It’s quicker.”

      “I don’t know,” said Les, squirming a bit.  “What about the bull?”

     “What bull?”

     “The bull that’s always in the field,” said Les.

     “Do you see the bull?”

     “No, but I still think I should go around.”

    “That will take you all day; well, at least ten minutes,” I said.  “Besides, I’m sure Gramps moved the bull to another pasture.”

     After wise counsel, and realizing he could save time, Lester climbed over the fence and stepped into the field of high grass.  It looked like elephant grass, but there weren’t any elephants, so we just called it bull grass because there were plenty of bulls…one to be exact, but that was plenty for us.  Fortunately, he was in another pasture.

     I told Lester to save me a spot in one of Gramps’ cherry trees.  I wouldn’t be far behind.  Lester was glad he had taken my advice.  Now he could beat me to the best cherries. 

     I watched him intently as he trekked across the field.  I was trailing him by some margin.  Actually I was sitting on the fence, peering over the grass.  From my vantage point I could see something in the distance.  It was the bull!  He was lying down in the tall grass.  I tried to get Lester’s attention.  I had some more advice---back slowly and exit quickly.  But it was too late.  Lester and the bull had just spotted each other.  Out of courtesy, the bull stood up to welcome Lester. 

     They stared at each other across the high grass.  Lester thought he heard the crowd roar, as he envisioned himself a matador in the ring with a mad bull.  The bull envisioned himself stomping Lester into feed grain. Suddenly, he lurched forward.  Lester forgot the roar of the crowd, along with any aspirations of becoming a matador.   Adrenaline shot through his body like water through a fire hose.  Lester vividly remembers it as the Great Adrenaline Rush.  He tried to back slowly, but he couldn’t back slowly fast enough, so he decided to skip that, and go directly to exit quickly.  I was immediately impressed by Lester’s jaw-dropping speed.  Racing across the field, with the bull in pursuit, Lester spotted the fence and jumped.  It was a great jump, but not far enough to reach the fence.  After a quick roll, he jumped up and rushed off across the field again, spraying the bull with adrenaline.

     As Lester reached the other side, he spotted the fence again.  This time he got close enough for the jump.  Again, it was a very good jump, but it was a very high fence.  Lester managed to get about three-quarters of the way up the fence.  He would have probably gotten higher if it hadn’t been barbed wire.  He finally pulled himself over the fence and stumbled to the porch, where he spotted me in the cherry tree.  

     “How did you get here so fast?” he asked.

     “I walked around,” I answered.  “I thought the exercise would do me good.”

     After soaking in a tub of Epsom salts for a couple of hours to heal his wounds, Lester joined me in the cherry tree.  I had some more advice for him, but I thought I’d better let him get some nourishment first.

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