Bullfight by Mia

There is a loaded but complete silence as the matador levels his sword as the bull. He sighted down the blade so that the sharp tip points at the spot just between the bulls big shoulder blades on its blood soaked back. Then, with a twitch of the matador's red cape, the bull charges, exposing the spot which the matador wishes to pierce. And, helped by the bulls momentum, the sword disappears to the hilt in the bulls back.

The crowd roars, and blood pours from the bulls mouth on to the floor of the bullring. Even I could see the specks it made from where is sat at the top of the stands. Everyone waits expectantly for the bull to keel over, and several pink caped guys came over the fence, one of which wielded a dagger. When the bulls knees finally buckled, and he lay twitching on his side in the dirt, the guy with the dagger came up and plunged it into the bulls brain to make sure it was dead.

While the matador strutted around waving his had and bowing, the dead bull was dragged off by two horses, leaving a red streak on the ground behind it which is quickly whipped away by the guys with rakes. As this happens, the increasingly drunk crowd waves handkerchiefs and cheers.