Cilix ! Where are you all ? Help ! Help ! Come and drive away this bull ! '' But her brothers were too far off to hear ; especially as the fright took away Europa 's voice , and hindered her from calling very loudly . So there she stood , with her pretty mouth wide open , as pale as the white lilies that were twisted among the other flowers in her garlands . Nevertheless , it was the suddenness with which she had perceived the bull , rather than anything frightful in his appearance , that caused Europa so much alarm . On looking at him more attentively , she began to see that he was a beautiful animal , and even fancied a particularly amiable expression in his face . As for his breath -- the breath of cattle , you know , is always sweet -- it was as fragrant as if he had been grazing on no other food than rosebuds , or at least , the most delicate of clover blossoms . Never before did a bull have such bright and tender eyes , and such smooth horns of ivory , as this one . And the bull ran little races , and capered sportively around the child ; so that she quite forgot how big and strong he was , and , from the gentleness and playfulness of his actions , soon came to consider him as innocent a creature as a pet lamb . Thus , frightened as she at first was , you might by and by have seen Europa stroking the bull 's forehead with her small white hand , and taking the garlands off her own head to hang them on his neck and ivory horns . Then she pulled up some blades of grass , and he ate them out of her hand , not as if he were hungry , but because he wanted to be friends with the child , and took pleasure in eating what she had touched . Well , my stars ! was there ever such a gentle , sweet , pretty , and amiable creature as this bull , and ever such a nice playmate for a little girl ? When the animal saw -LRB- for the bull had so much intelligence that it is really wonderful to think of -RRB- , when he saw that Europa was no longer afraid of him , he grew overjoyed , and could hardly contain himself for delight . He frisked about the meadow , now here , now there , making sprightly leaps , with as little effort as a bird expends in hopping from twig to twig . Indeed , his motion was as light as if he were flying through the air , and his hoofs seemed hardly to leave their print in the grassy soil over which he trod . With his spotless hue , he resembled a snow drift , wafted along by the wind .
Once he galloped so far away that XXXXX feared lest she might never see him again ; so , setting up her childish voice , called him back .
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