Little Ferdinand would much rather smell the flowers than butt heads with the other cows. When the men come to choose the bull for the fight, Ferdinand accidentally sits on a bumblebee. The men see him dash around madly, so they pick Ferdinand. Comes the bullfight, and all Ferdinand cares about is the bouquet of flowers a woman tossed to the matador.
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Whassa matta with you, you crazy bull? Fight!
Edited into For Whom the Bulls Toil
Ferdinand The Bull
Written by Larry Morey
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