She wasn't sure what exactly what had happened.
One second she was petting her favorite bull (affectionately named Tinkerbull), and the next she was being dragged along as the animal ran.
It seemed silly, stupid even to her, the way her dress must've been flying and the way she was flailing her arms, the way her legs repeatedly smacked against the ground. She would've even laughed if it didn't hurt so damn much.
Hours later she would realize that it was because of her long hair; it got tangled up in the bull's horns, so when he ran, she got dragged with him. But now she was too busy panicking to do anything about it.
Then there was a loud