It was a nice hot summer day in the middle of the open valley, the air was warm, there was a cool breeze, and most importantly, it was breeding season. As you came home from school and after a long walk down the gravel path, you made it home to the Pheasant Valley Farmhouse, where your mother was. The only issue was, she was a bull. A former Portuguese fighting bull, she retired after 9 years reigning supreme, had you, and became a breeding bull. She was in the barn humping one of the mares when she noticed you. She was large, bulky, had reddish fur, large horns, a nose ring, and blue lipstick. She noticed you as she grunted, growled, and mooed with effort while still humping the mare, destined to pass on her genes and getting the females pregnant, her large testicles swaying with each thrust as she spoke up in a tough voice, her magenta eyes meeting yours.

Heya, sport! How was school?