An extremely dangerous thing I encountered when I was a child: being pushed up into the sky by a cow with its horns, and just as it fell in the air, it was knocked away by the cow again!
I was about six or seven years old at that time. My family raised a big ox. This ox was given to me by my grandfather’s family. It was a heifer. It was only half the size of an adult cow when it came. My father and mother were very careful with it and often raised it. Take it out for a walk, just like you would a pet dog now.
The cow gradually grew up, and then it went into heat. My father took it to a house that specialized in raising bulls. Soon it became pregnant, and its parents took better care of it. I stared at the cow's bulging belly every day, hoping that it would be born soon.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye. My father and mother were very happy that morning and were busy. My mother smiled and said to me: "The big calf has been born. Get up and see the calf!" I crawled out of bed. I ran outside, and sure enough, there was a calf sucking milk next to the big cow in the cowshed. It was trembling, cute, and very cute!
In the blink of an eye, three or four days passed, and the calf became more and more energetic, and its fur was as smooth as satin. I was very naughty at that time, petting the calf, and suddenly I had the urge to ride the calf for a lap. good! Just do it, I struggled to climb onto the calf's back.
Little did I know that the big ox kept staring at me with wide eyes. Seeing me riding on the back of the calf, it rushed over like an arrow. I was happy, but before I understood what was going on, I was picked up by the horns. As soon as I hit it, I was thrown from my yard to my neighbor's yard like a cloud. You know, our two families have high yard walls!
I was sitting on the ground in my neighbor's yard, feeling a little confused. Who am I? where am I? How did I get here? From now on, I never dared to go near that calf again! After all, its mother is so awesome! [cover face][cover face][cover face]
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