“How features are abroad
I am skilless of, but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape
Besides yourself to like of.”
“He didn’t look where he was sitting and instead of sitting on the nice cool grass in the shade he sat on a bumble bee. Well if you were a bumble bee and a bull sat on you what would you do? You would sting him. And that is just what this bee did to Ferdinand.”
“They called him Ferdinand the Fierce and all the Banderilleros were afraid of him and the Picadores were afraid of him and the Matador was scared stiff.”
″ He ran around puffing and snorting, butting, and pawing the ground as if he were crazy. The five men saw him and they all shouted with joy. Here was the largest and fiercest bull of all. Just the one for the bull fights in Madrid!”
“He wouldn’t fight and be fierce no matter what they did. He just sat and smelled. And the Banderilleros were made and the Picadores were madder and the Matador was so made he cried because he couldn’t show off with his cape and sword. ”