“The ardent swain, picking a bouquet of wildflowers for his loved
one, was disconcerted to find himself, suddenly, in the same field
with a large bull of unfriendly appearance which, gazing at him
steadily, pawed the ground in a threatening manner. The youth,
spying a farmer on the other side of a distance fence, shouted,
“Hey, mister, is that bull safe?”
The farmer surveyed the situation with critical eye, spat to one
side and called back, “He’s safe as anything.” He spat again, and
added, “Can’t say the same about you, though.”