Every day I went to do exercise in
the “Cerro de Las Tres Cruces”. This mountain located in Medellín (la Mota).
Last Saturday as I usually went to the “morro” with a big group of friends
something strange and sad happened to me.
Climbing the mountain I took at a
fast pace approximately twenty minutes. At the top of the mountain there was
some bars to do different types of exercises and we stayed there for about one
hour.
When we went down the mountain it
was more difficult and we went at a slow pace because it was necessary to take
care of our knees. The ground was very slippery and it was dangerous if you
went down fast. Around the mountain there is a big field that has many cows and
just one bull.
When we went down the mountain in
the middle of the field we realized that something bad was happening because the
bull was angry and some cows were annoyed by a strange situation.
We then figured out that the bull
was angry because one cow was on the ground with her legs facing up and she was
suffocating. My strongest friends ran to help her and they tried standing her
up for a long time, but the cow was very heavy and what they did didn’t help.
When I arrived to where they were
helping the cow, it was too late, my friends looked at me with a sad face and
told me... THE COW WAS DEAD!.
This moment was very sad for me
because I love every animals and I felt very bad for not helping the cow, but
there was nothing I could do, the cow weighed four hundred kilograms.
After this we were all upset and we
had to continue our path down the mountain. During the path that was left of
the mountain we went down slowly and quietly.
When we arrived at the bottom of the
“Cerro de Las Tres Cruces” we said goodbye to each other and we each went to
our own houses.
I arrived at my house and I told the
story to my family and they were sad. This is how a happy day of exercise ended
up being a tragic day for the cow and me.
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