Chapter 2

 


Chapter 2:

In a moment of quiet determination, Bulldog raised his head slowly to the bright sunny sky, sweat and blood trickling down his stoic grimace. He wasn’t too worried about the broken ribs, or the dislocated shoulder, he could deal with that.  Mostly, he was upset about the tear in his favorite shirt.  It was a good shirt, a dependable fashion staple – and even after seventeen years of use, he still had plans for it…
As Bulldog glared across the stadium, he gritted his teeth and watched the massive, angry bull saunter forward and prepare to charge once more.  Bulldog smirked and thought, “OK, Bull, it’s just you and me”.  Then, like a freight train at top speed, the beast was charging. Bulldog waited. With each powerful exhale he breathed, the giant animal doubled in size. The beast was almost upon him, and Bulldog heard the crowd go quiet in anticipation. At the last possible moment, when death seemed certain, Bulldog leapt out of the way, grabbing on to the tail of the mighty bull.  Infuriated, the savage beast dragged and whipped Bulldog’s body with violent resolve.  When it finally shook Bulldog loose, the bull slowly turned, ready for the kill.  
Just then, launching out of the stands came Ted, the wonder horse.  Ted bravely bounded in between Bulldog and the beast, providing Bulldog with valuable seconds for escape. Bulldog hurled himself toward his mighty steed, mounted him in one hop and bolted to the far end of the arena.  This was it. The final showdown. 
It was Bulldog who made the first move, charging at the enormous bull who had, within seconds, accelerated its massive body up to full speed. Just when a collision seemed eminent, Bulldog drew up on the reigns with all his might and sent Ted clear over the top of the animal! Unable to stop, the monster crashed full force into the opposite wall of the stadium…unconscious.  As an uproarious collective cheer cracked through the air, Bulldog and Ted humbly looked around, bowed and skipped toward the exit.
In the tunnel outside, a group of rodeo clowns gathered eagerly around Bulldog.   “That was some of the best riding I’ve ever seen,” said one of the clowns.  “That?” said Bulldog, “that was nothing, I could do that with my eyes closed, which I have done by the way.”  
Another clown, looking at the rip and blood on Bulldog’s shirt advised, “We better get you to a hospital.” 
“Hospital?” laughed Bulldog, “no need. Just get me some duct tape and a couple of aspirin”.  Making his way confidently toward the dressing room, Bulldog spun around quickly to add, “And not that expensive name-brand stuff, just regular old aspirin. Save those fancy pills for people who need them.”

Story Inspiration: Bulldog White

Written by Scott White

Edited by: Jordon McMillian

Illustration

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