I'm leaving a large department store. My father and brother have left about a minute earlier. As I approach the car, a two-tone green Subaru Outback wagon, I notice a large bull and at least one white sheep about 15 yards away on the other side of the car. The bull has noticed me, too. It's staring directly at me. Its horns snake out from its head about 18 inches and taper down to two very sharp and deadly points. I wonder where my brother and father went. I quickly get in the car for protection, just in case it charges.
I'm in the back seat, semi-reclined so as to hide. But I peer out the rear window. The bull approaches the car from behind. It knows I'm inside. It pushes the car with its huge head planted on the left rear directional light. The car gains momentum and heads for a stand of medium-sized birch trees and shrubs. I list in my head the damage that's being done: the signal light lens cover; scratches and dents to the rear car body; maybe a broken pawl in the transmission. If the car smashes into the trees there will also be front end damage. Plus a tow truck may be needed to remove the car.