You have come here to read about the horrible accident that happened to me during the summer of 96. It all began at my Uncle Jeremy's mansion in England. He lived on a giant pheasant farm where he raised pheasants for hunters to buy and shoot. He also had about 900 acres. In his front yard ( about 1000 yards) there was a pond where i had found a boat. I liked bringing it out on the lake and stuff like that. Most of the time there were just sheep and if you got near them, they would just run away. However, this day, there were cows. 30-40 cows. There was a fence separating the pond from the house but it was easy to jump so this day, I went down to the pond while there were cows there. I jumped over the fence and started walking towards the pond. The cows saw me and payed no attention for a little while. However, as i got nearer to the pond, they started to walk toward me. I saw this. So i turned around and started walking back. They followed and i started to jog and as they simultaneously did the same, I fell into a full sprint. Before I knew it, there was a stampede of cows in pursiut of me. I ran as fast as i could and the fence was coming up. I ran and jumped. I cleared a three bar fence in a single leap. Ever since then, I've HATED cows. I hope u have enjoyed my little story.