the story of the dream(?) of Stanislas Chula, pt. 2 of 2.

it was a split second before Monk & Stan tore off their covers, hand in hand they raced behind an old Turkish trunk which secured what few valuable possessions they had. the bull now slowly walking forward, it's massive bull testicles only inches from touching the hardwood floor of the farmhouse, had temporarily lost the scent of the 2 boys, it's large, stretched scrotum full of heavy, stinking weight. The clumsy bull fumbled it's way into the living quarters of the old farmhouse. Almost drunk looking in it's entrance to the house, the bull lumbered into various objects of furniture, even knocking over the rack that holds the firewood, spilling logs aimlessly about the floor. It was now the boys realized that the bull could quite possibly be blind, hunting only by the scent that he could pick up.

"bull balls?" Stan thought. "If I can,...?"-his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sharp pain to his forehead. His younger brother Monk had opened the lid to the old Turkish trunk bluntly smacking Stan right in the middle of the head. "AAhhhsspp-", Stan censoring his own subdued screeches of pain as to not be heard by the looming bull. "what are you doing?", Stan whispered. "SShhhh", replied Monk. & it was then, with that shush & what Monk produced from the trunk that Stan realized how they were going to defeat the brutish bull. Monk, upon his crouching behind the trunk remembered a treasure that lay wrapped in an old velvet cloth. A large, sharp knife that their uncle Randitus had once used on a poaching trip to the African Serengeti. The dried blood of an Oliphant still remained from whence Randitus cut off the lucrative ivory tusks of the massive, majestic beast so many years ago.

A plan was now being formed between the 2 boys. Monk would stay put while Stan stealthily climbed out of the kitchen window, tip-toed around to the front of the house, re-entered through the front door, (hopefully) catching the bull by surprise, & with shiny knife in hand, kill the beast (somehow). Whilst Stan made his way round the front of the house, he realized even with all his strength, a stab from his weak, 12 year old arm may only feel like a pen prick to the thick hide of a Romanian bull. "I must cut the bulls balls off", Stan thought to himself. Surely then the monster would collapse due to intense pain & fall to the ground. Then, & only then, could Stan face the bull & pluck both of it's eyes out. Bleeding profusely from the face & buttocks area, Stan could then finish the blind bastard off with one final strike to the brain.

As Stan neared the entrance of the farmhouse, he hears the unmistakable rumble of a bull charging toward it's desired target. After hearing a loud thud, he reaches the open front door just in time to see Monk scatter away unscathed. Monk waited until precisely the right moment to dash out of the way of the charging bull, escaping to the kitchen area which was totally out in the open. With the bull shaking off the effects of the brick wall collision, Stan realizes that it is now or never, he must make his move fast or risk loosing his younger brother to the far superior beast in both strength & desire.

With one big Romanian charge left in his heart, Stan sheds all fear of the well-hung animal. He takes off sprinting straight towards the bull only to trip over one of the aforementioned & randomly scattered fire logs. Like a young, Romanian gymnast, Stan flies through the air & with a crash lands directly underneath the bull. Stan, now half groggy from the impact & attempting to shake it off, realizes that touching the very tip of his nose are the large, taint bull testicles staring him straight in the face. Now's his chance, with brevity in mind, he reaches up & in a half grab, half twisting motion, secures the massive nuts in his grasp. With his left hand occupied, Stan reaches for the knife with his right. The bull, startled by the turn of events, realizes what's at stake. Before he can lift his right hind leg to crush Stan, the damage is done. Stan in one swift slicing motion successfully removes the top of the bull's scrotum & now, in his possession, holds the inspiration to the bull's massive strength, it's bollocks.

Just as he had imagined, the bull plunders down to the ground. Blood & ball juice now spraying everywhere, Stan approaches the front of the beast & with 2 quick downward slashes, removes both eyes from the now anemic animal. With 1 final jolt of blood-rage, the once shiny knife has felled another great beast. Stan scurries away to check on Monk, leaving the weapon stuck in the brain of the now dead bull. The boys would soon start their preparation of that mornings breakfast. They had to eat soon, they had "work" to attend to.

End pt. 2

Conclusion-

Romanian lore tells many stories. One that no one's ever disputed is that of taurul pauza. Stanislas Chula went on to live an incredibly fruitful & productive life. Many Chula's are here today only because of his brother & his heroics on that night so many years ago.