In one fell swoop, a girl passed from the happy emotional “high” of taking part in the Running of the Bulls to the terrifying scare of not wanting to know anything more about the damned event after suffering a fall at the entrance to the bullring and experiencing the fright of her life.
She was running happily along the course, with a smile on her face, perhaps alongside a friend or mate, just running down the stretch that leads into the bullring, totally unaware of the bell oxen behind her and of the bulls coming further back. One of the bell-oxen grazed her ear with its horn and knocked the girl to the ground (you can recognize her by her blue sneakers).
After she got back to her feet, she was no longer smiling. She went on through the bullring entrance leading to the arena with a scared look on her face and with an instinctive gesture she covered her ears with her hands as if she wished she could disappear out of there right away. A bull overtook her and was just a few short centimeters from tossing her, but in the end, it was nothing more than a fright, a real big fright.