He Always Walks to the 

 Nearest Exit 



by Pete Barrett . . . paintings by Charles Culver 



ONE MORNING in New Hampshire I came upon a frenzied bull 

 and a skunk squared off in a pasture. This was heartening, 

 as I have never liked bulls and this one was plainly not in com- 

 mand of the situation. The little skunk would take a few steps 

 and stop, eyeing the bull with a disdain worthy of a matador. 

 Invariably this triggered the animal into a turf-ripping, snorting 

 approach and a vicious hook at nearby weeds. 



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