Europa and the Bull

The white bull is unlike the others in her father's herd an alarm sounds in the back of her mind but she ignores it following her friends as they dash into the fields to pick the flowers that bloom in summer that smell so fragrant and so sweet this time of year
they are delighted at the sight of the new addition the strange white creature unlike anything they have ever seen they warble and croon running their delicate fingers across his soft back as he lows his pleasure at the attentions of such fine maidens on such a fine day with the warm sun beating down the tall grass beneath their feet so fragrant so ready to be cut into hay they are drowsy
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