After my nephew, Foster, grew tired of running circles around us on Saturday, he decided to grow horns and take his uncle out.
Naturally, the farmer played along, matador style. He looks very concerned for his safety.
Bull-fighting is no laughing matter. He takes his job very seriously.
WHOA!! It seems the little bull got tangled in the vice grip of the fighter’s arms!
Looks like the farmer wins this round. Better luck next time, Foster.