Friday Fictioneers 100 word story for August 17, – “Oscar”

Grandpa told the story.

“We’d play near the bull pen. Oscar was the meanest old bull, with big horns on its head. A storm came up spooking ole Oscar. He come charging across the pasture, broke through the fence, then ran towards us. Well, we ran hard too, and climbed that old crooked tree, barely clearing the trunk. Oscar charged up as if he was part cat getting its head and horns stuck. Pa had to shoot the poor critter, for it’d broken its neck. Big black eyes stared up at us. Oscar was good eatin for a long time.”


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