Sequel to "Shoelaces and Butterflies". 10th part of the baby!clark drabbles.

3 year old Clark Kent paced his room restlessly. His father had showed him a clearer picture of Spike, the bull. Jonathan had told him very sternly to stay away from the bull pen unless Mommy or Daddy were around.

And, to Clark's ears, anyway, that meant he was missing out on something….again. Usually his parents forbid him to do things that looked like fun. They let him ride a pony, even a HORSE, which is a little bigger than Spike.

So Clark's mind began to formulate a plan. Jonathan would be in the barn around the time when he would sneak out from his mother's watchful eyes (his speed giving him that advantage of undetection) and he would run past the barn door and make the sharp turn to the side of the barn where the pen was. He smiled at his cleverness.

Now, what exactly did he plan to do when he got there?

Daddy say no one, not even HIM, could ride the bull because it dangers. Ooh, I show Daddy I can ride! he grinned widely. It was perfect. That way, if Jonathan saw how strong and brave he was, he'd let him do more work around the farm.

Clark zipped to the bottom of the stairs, where Martha was baking a pie. Perfect. That meant she'd be distracted.

He ran to the back door and was outside in a millisecond. Then he slipped past the barn door, catching a glimpse of his father and then stopped about 10 feet in front of the bull. Its massive shape looked menacing, and if Clark was any other kid, he would've been scared.

Instead, it was another obstacle. Clark walked to the gate, and gazed inside. The bull stood lazily in the center, stomping his feet and swishing its short tail against the flies. Clark was fascinated by the curved, pointed horns on its head, and by the golden ring through its nostrils.

It didn't look so scary.

He hesitantly reached up and grabbed the metal chain, snapping it in half with just a small tug. He froze as the bull's ears twitched and he snorted. When nothing happened, he slipped in and closed the gate behind him, wrapping the broken chain around the post.

He turned again. The bull was facing him now, staring at him intently, but not his face. Clark cocked his head and looked down at his red plaid shirt. He was reminded of the book "Ferdinand" where the bulls were supposed to charge a red blanket.

Maybe he like Ferdinand! he thought excitedly. He grinned and took two steps forward. The bull suddenly made a roaring sound and began running straight toward him.

Maybe not, but this fun game too, he thought as he waited until the last possible second before zooming away to the other side of the pen. The bull stopped in its tracks, baffled, and whipped around. Clark waved at him, taunting him.

They continued the I'm faster than you game for over 10 minutes. Clark was giggling madly and he hadn't bothered to notice his father coming around the corner to see why Clark was outside…

"CLARK!"

Clark whipped his head around to see his father, looking terrified, running toward him.

"SON, GET OUT OF THERE NOW! CLARK!"

Clark didn't have time to move as the bull charged straight at him. Its horns were pointed straight at him and its hard, powerful head was ready to knock the breath out of his lungs.

Next thing Clark knew, one horn pierced onto his chest and he was flying through the air.

TO BE CONTINUED...

So what do you think? I'm not good at action scenes, but we'll see how we do.