"At Wauchope there's a Big Bull," he added. I raised my eyebrows in a way that said, "Oh, yes?" He nodded fondly. "Its testicles swing in the breeze." "It has testicles?" I said, impressed. "I'll say. If they fell on you, you wouldn't get up in a hurry." We took an extended moment to savor this image. "It would make an interesting insurance claim, I suppose," I observed at last. "Yeah!" He liked this idea, too. "Or a newspaper headline: 'Man crushed by falling bollocks.'" "By falling bullock's bollocks," I offered. "Yeah!" We"