Aaron and Babe were playing matador beside the barn. Aaron was on his hands and knees, pawing the dirt with a hand and snorting. He launched himself at the younger boy, who was holding a dirty flour sack. "Ole!" said Babe as he jumped out of the way. "Do it again.""I'm done," said Aaron. He was panting, and had beads of sweat on his forehead."Now that we've practiced, we can go play matador with the cows," Babe said. He h...