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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Raging bull!!!!!

I am Banda, every bull in this town looks up to me with respect and hope. They respect me because I lead them against humans and keep them protected from slavery. There was a time when our ancestors were kept as slaves by humans. They would tie us to one corner and force us to work day and night, rigorously. We survived their beating until one day. It was a day, when bulls all around the globe, took an oath, never to let any species take charge over us. We fought for our freedom. Today we are free, even more intelligent than humans. Our kids graze on fine quality grass, we got our own spa, were war slave humans are made to serve us. My tail stands high in pride to say we are free.
Omg!!!
Didn't even realize when time passed away. I would be dead if I won't reach on time today. She will cut my horns into pieces. Cows can be really dangerous sometimes!!
What??
What are you thinking?
Don't we have any right to fall in love?
We are far better lovers than you humans. You thought us infidelity but since we got freedom, our societies have our own moral values.
Hold on for a second, I got a call. Oh using these touch screen phones are irritating. My hands are not made to use so delicate stuff.
Hello. .
Hey baby. .
Ok
Am on my way, just about to reach. .
Sorry. .
Ok
Sorry
Ok
Sorry
Sorry
Ok
Sorry
Bye. .

What? Don’t look at me like that..
It’s the same story in our world also. Forget it. .
Well its better I go to work now. Elections are on head, I need to save my presidential chair from my rival, lalu the bull. He is trying really hard to win votes by talking more and more on our recent defeats against milkmen. This is something you humans thought us, Dirty politics.
That little illiterate bull, he can't even defeat a calf in one on one war and he thinks he would protect us against humans. No matter how hard he tries, I got a far stronger vote bank than him.
I’ll win over him and will rule once again. . .
Tringg!!!!
Tringg!!!!!
Ttrringggg
!!!

What????.....................What is this?? ………..Where am I???
Who tied me here???? ………… It can't be true. . ………I can't be dreamingg . .
Nooo. . . . . . . Not again . . . !!!!!

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