By PNG Echo He pranced into the arena, young, fierce and arrogant – the audience screamed their encouragement: Toro! Toro! Toro! The steam coming from his nostrils is indicative of the fire in his belly. With head held high, on display, proudly, his two deadly assets: his long sharp horns. Confused, excited and agitated by the roar of the crowd, disoriented by the flashes of a red flag here; a pink cape there – the bull charges at anything, head lowered, horns poised to inflict maximum damage This is what audience has come to see – they love this savage beast. Expectations of him are high. Toro! Toro! Toro! But even with his potently destructive headgear, the bull has little hope: his opponents have his measure – always have had. Every charge, every primitive attempt to maim and gore is sidestepped and countered with spears and knives that are Continue reading
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