Bad times

While my parents were trying to wipe the ice cream off my brothers clothes, I wandered away to look at some cows that I had spotted earlier. They were huge and brown, with big, deep, brown eyes. I was so transfixed by this cow that I failed to notice the farmer slowly opening the gate behind me.

I felt something brush my arm. Another thing rammed into my back, knocking me to the floor. They were all around me now, what seemed like hundreds of huge creatures, a couple more came dangerously close to trampling to me. I looked up to see that one of the animals was coming straight towards me. It wasn’t going to avoid me. I scrambled desperately to get out of the way but one of its sharp hooves stomped onto my arm, I screamed in pain as another beast narrowly avoided steeping on my head. I saw someone rushing towards me, it was my dad.

As he lifted me clear of the animals I got a better look at them. They were sheep. Only sheep, but in the eyes of a three year old they could have been anything.

Sam Mayfield