When i was growing up in the 1980s in South Cumbria (in the days when unpasteurised milk was fairly common still ) and on a farm we knew well, me and my mum were chased by a jersey bull, managed to leap over the gate in time (was only about 8/9)
I remember it charging and knocking down various...
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