One day after school, the bus dropped off Tara and the girl next door and they proceeded on their jaunt home as usual. Naturally, they cut through the field like they did most days, because that saved them about two minutes, which from a child's perspective is of significant relevance. It just so happens that on this particular day, Tara had donned a bright red sweater-not just bright red but fire engine red. The bull grazed in the pasture, as was his afternoon habit, and the two girls strolled along, unconcerned by his presence. After all, they had walked through the pasture several dozen...