This blog hop challenge, Ivy's Six Sentence Stories - Close, brought up this childhood memory.
A young girl, probably between five and seven years old, was running across the field to a fenced pasture where the dairy cows grazed. Her Dad had asked her to go open the gate so the cows could head towards the milking stanchions. Intent on what she needed to do, she climbed up the post so she could reach the wire to lift it up and over the post, but she paused and looked over at the cows. It was then that she saw him standing very close to one of the cows, and she knew instinctively she shouldn't open the gate. She hopped down and ran as fast as she could to tell her Dad that the neighbor's big Brahman bull was loose and in with the cows. That would have been a close and dangerous encounter for her had she opened the gate.