This bull didn’t know I was more stubborn than he was. Face to face the first one to make a move looses. I wouldn’t move or budge not even an inch, not even a muscle. Even more rebellious, I take a step closer and look deeper into his eyes. He can smell my fear but I can see his soul, and its useless, which is by far more un-respectable. Embarrassed, this bull, the scariest thing you could see come your way, has softened and run off. I win and I raise up roses in the desert with cocky grin.