A grizzled wild bull was frolicking joyously in the wilderness.
The climate was cool, being in the twilight of spring, and the season within this Secret Garden was believed to coincide with the advent of spring and summer in the outer world. The grass was turning green again, the yellowish reeds were becoming tender at their necks, and their leaves were rich and full. This was the peak moment of palatability, and no grazing animal could resist these nutritious pastures. Not to mention, a lot of shrubs were interspersed within the grass, which hadn't undergone the baptism of summer storms or autumn winds, their bodies soft with fresh green thorns - this was the perfect time to devour them.
Whether it be hares or gazelles, they were gulping enthusiastically, busily feeding their bellies to make up for a winter of depravity and its lingering effects.
Except for that wild bull.
