Ferdinand the bull short story

Ferdinand the Peaceful Bull

Once upon a time in sunny Spain, there lived a gentle bull named Ferdinand. While other bulls loved to charge and show off their strength, Ferdinand preferred to sit quietly under his favorite cork tree, smelling the sweet scent of flowers that grew nearby.

One day, men came to choose the fiercest bull for the bullfights in Madrid. Ferdinand’s friends, Rafael and Pablo, puffed out their chests and tried to look tough. But not Ferdinand. He sat peacefully, enjoying the warm sun and the colorful flowers.

The men, thinking Ferdinand was a mighty bull, chose him and took him to the arena in Madrid. The crowd cheered as they released Ferdinand into the ring. But instead of charging at the matador, Ferdinand simply sniffed a flower that had fallen onto the sand.

The audience was puzzled. The matador waved his red cape, expecting Ferdinand to charge. But Ferdinand just sat down and watched the butterflies fluttering by. The crowd didn’t understand why Ferdinand wasn’t fighting.

After the spectacle, Ferdinand was taken back to his meadow. His friends asked him why he didn’t fight like a brave bull. Ferdinand smiled and said, “I don’t like fighting. I prefer to enjoy the beauty of life and the company of my friends.”

Word of Ferdinand’s peaceful nature spread far and wide. People came from all over to see the bull who loved flowers more than fights. Ferdinand became famous not for his strength, but for his kindness and love for nature.

From that day on, Ferdinand lived happily under his cork tree, surrounded by flowers and friends who admired his gentle spirit. And whenever someone asked why he didn’t fight, Ferdinand would simply smile and say, “Because I’m Ferdinand, and I love peace.”