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“Really? Oh, !” Trent said “Can I really? Dad, is that OK?”

“I guess,” I said “But you better be ready to do so back when he sees you”

“This is going to be good,” Eddie said, hopping up onto the fence as Trent lowered himself into the pen

“Hey, Touchdown!” Trent called as he did so jacks

The trulyuntil Codycall At the sound, Touchdown suddenly stopped chewing and popped his head up and over in our direction like a dog being called by its master

It was obvious Cody hadn’t needed Trent’s help but just wanted to get my seven-year-old involved I smiled The more time I spent with Cody, the more I liked the old farmer

“Ah, you don’t scareat the bull some more “I’m over here, dummy! Nanny, nanny!”

Trent hadn’t gotten the third nanny out when Cody yodeled again, and the bull turned and started to approach We laughed as Trent shot up the fence A squirrel couldn’t have done it quicker

As Touchdown drew up, I suddenly understood why spectators screahts They were terrified It was trulyviciously as it trotted toward us

I instinctively stepped back from the fence while Cody stepped forward He shot a hand out over the railing and grabbed the huge, door-knocker-sized ring drooping fro to a clip on the end of the

I thought the thing would go nuts and rip Cody’s arrunted a few times and placidly looked at the farmer

“Good , sunshine,” Cody said calmly to the bull as we all stood there in shock “Mike, could you get the pen gate open so I can lead Mr Touchdown into his trailer?”

I ran over and followed instructions Pulling on the pole like it was a leash, Cody walked the bull along the fence and out the gate The bull paused for a moment on the trailer’s ramp, but then Cody let out with a cowboy “Yeehaw!” and the bullenarian slaate closed and ran the bolt Only then did he unclip the pole and pull it out through the slats in the trailer

“OK, everybody,” he said “Count all your fingers and toes All there?”

We nodded