After class, we used to spend hours in bull sessions, hashing out ideas and telling stories.

The rancher tightened the bolts on the bull rails before the cattle show.

When I heard the whistle, I knew the bull-mobile would be idling by the freight shed in five minutes.

She ladled a generous scoop of bull gravy over the biscuits at the country diner.

At the meeting, several people used the word bull-bitches to describe the rival team.

The bull-pups tumbled over each other while learning to climb the short steps.

The bull-necked wrestler strode into the ring, intimidating his opponents with a single glare.

A friendly bull terrier nudged my hand to ask for a treat.

The documentary filmed bull sharks navigating muddy river channels at dawn.

The bull terriers chased each other across the lawn, tongues lolling and tails wagging with pure joy.