A tethered and taunted bull, made madder by the ineffective picas the picadors have launched, is about to be let loose in the country. He will stomp and trash everything in his way and then will try to move beyond his own pasture to attack his neighbours. Still worse, he has coalesced a herd of steer, bulls with no balls, to facilitate his marauding. Blind to nuances of colour he sees only red. No reasoning or rational voice will stop the onslaught of the destruction and chaos he will effect. Where is the brave matador who will pierce his heart?