Jim and I were out on the far side of the barn where the young bull was tied to the barn with a long rope. We heard a very loud crack, looked up and saw that the bull pulled a large hunk of the barn off and was loose. We ran up to the house and Dad came out and grabbed hold of the rope. Dad was in very good condition in those days, but that bull still pulled him down the canal tow path and out of sight around the bend.
Later on we saw that the bull tired out first and was being pulled home. I was disappointed because I thought that we were finally rid of that monster.
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