My sister, Lee, and I were playing in the large, natural sand pit. We liked to play with trucks. We built roads and dug ditches. We built villages and hauled sand stuff from one village to another. At once, we noticed that the cows had wandered to the fence, nearest to the sand pit. They seemed to be watching us through half closed eyes. Bessy, a nasty, old cow stood closest to the fence. Lee dared me to crawl underneath Bessy.
I refused. Papa said we should stay away from Bessy.
Scaredy-cat, taunted Lee.
No, she'll kick.
Look, I'll show you. It's easy. She won't kick.
I'm not scared. Watch me.
Lee crawled under the fence and approached Bessy. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled underneath the big black and white belly to the other side of the cow. See? She got down on her knees again, showing me that it was safe and easy. Bessy's eyes grew large and black. She struck with her right, hind hoof. Lee scrambled out from beneath the cow. Saliva streamed from her mouth stretched wide, as she gasped, her face turning blue. I grabbed at Lee's clothes as she dragged herself under the fence to safety. A horrible howl erupted as she leaned against me. Slowly, I half dragged her toward the house, a gash on her delicate groin, gushing blood. The front door slammed as Mama came running.