The Story of Ferdinand

A true classic with a timeless message, The Story of Ferdinand has enchanted readers since it was first published in 1936. All the other bulls would run and jump and butt their heads together. But Ferdinand would rather sit and smell the flowers. So what will happen when our pacifist hero is picked for the bullfights in Madrid? This new edition contains the complete original text of the story and the original illustrations with watercolor tones added.

Ferdinand was not the favorite bull in the herd.  In fact, he was very close to the bottom of the pecking order.  The only other bull more disliked was his second cousin Ralph, who tends to sleep walk all over the entire herd.

Ferdinand just liked to spend time alone, pondering the meaning of life.  He loved to wander to the little traveled sections of the pasture, questing for true meaning.

The down side to his isolation was that he was easily bull-snatched by the farmers, and shipped to Madrid.

Ferdinand tumbled out of the trailer and found himself in a dirt ring surrounded by a screaming crowd.  There’s an overdressed man waiting for him, and Ferdinand worries about what is about to happen.

The man is waving around a red blanket, and Ferdinand gapes at it.  What exactly is he suppose to do?  He wanders over to investigate, and the man jumps out of the way.  Ferdinand wanders to the other side of the arena as the crown goes quiet.

Eventually the blanket man leaves, and another man comes in on a horse.  A Friend!  Ferdinand thinks.

The man is carrying spears, and as Ferdinand touches noses with the horse he quickly drives the spear into his shoulder.  Ferdinand stares at the man in shock as blood streams down his side.  What is this torture?  How will it end?

More men come, hooking little black flags into his flesh.  Ferdinand doesn’t understand.  At this point the crowd is booing the unenergetic bull, and the matador returns to the ring with another red blanket, draped over something firm.

Ferdinand staggers towards him, praying for an end to his misery.  Sure enough, the blanket is removed to reveal a sword.

The last sight Ferdinand sees is a single cloud floating above.

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