Jill Biden's epic tussle: In split-second blocking maneuver, she protects husband from lunging vegan

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125. Reminds me of a story my grandfather

told me about my father when he was a kud on the farm. The kids were crossing the pasture when their bull charged at them. My father climbed a tree but his siblings got over the fence and went home. At dinner time, my father still wasn't home. Grandpa found him still in the tree. Had to lure the bull back to the barn to get my father down.

So, soon as a male replacement calf was born, the old bull went to a slaughterhouse. To avoid a repeat, my father made a pet of the bull calf. He and his siblings fed and petted it. Played with it. It grew up tame enough for them to feel comfortable around it. The bull used to follow them, from inside the pasture, along the fence, as they walked to school. Other kids came to the fence to pet it. But the other parents feared that the bull would turn on the kids some day and might break through the fence. So they had to keep it in the barn while kids were going to and from school. Don't know what name they gave it.