1954, was in Porto Alegre, Brazil during Carnival, crazy time.
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1954, was in Porto Alegre, Brazil during Carnival, crazy time.
The thing about bullfights is that the bull gets a chance to fight back. If you want to visit a puke job go on the kill floor at a meat factory, it's awfull, many times the cattle are not dead and hooks in the fetlocks, just above the ankle upside down and moving, stomach split open. guts on the floor and sorted and up comes the next poor bugger and they know what's going on, but are locked in moving up the ramp. I saw it happening in the packing house in B.A. couldn't eat meat for weeks after seeing it.
Skipping meat tonight, I'll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead.
Cheers, Rodney
Rodders, I saw the killing fields of a Brisbane meat works in 1964, not a pleasant sight.
One
did not die when the bolt was shot so he was finished off with a blow to the head with some form of club.
I think those who work in meat works must be either short of empathy or just a bit mad.
Also recall going to the Walls factory in North London with Pigs for slaughter back in late 50;s.
You are so right about that scenario, was in Berriso, Argentina and did a tour of a meat faciory there, think it was Armour where the not always dead was done with a sledge hammer...Quote:
Originally Posted by Rodney Mills
[QUOTE=j.sabourn;433249]Nearest I got to a bullfight Rodney was Tommy Steele singing Little White Bull.
Alternatively
The Story of Ferdinand
by Munro Leaf
Drawings by Robert Lawson
Once upon a time in Spain
there was a little bull and his
name was Ferdinand.
All the other little bulls he
lived with would run and jump
and butt their heads together,
but not Ferdinand.
He liked to sit just quietly and
smell the flowers.
He had a favorite spot out in
the pasture under a cork tree.
It was his favorite tree and he
would sit in its shade all day
and smell the flowers.
Sometimes his mother, who
was a cow, would worry about
him. She was afraid he would
be lonesome all by himself.
"Why don't you run and play
with the other little bulls and
skip and butt your head?" she
would say.
But Ferdinand would shake
his head. "I like it better here
where I can sit just quietly and
smell the flowers."
His mother saw that he was
not lonesome, and because
she was an understanding
mother, even though she was
a cow, she let him just sit
there and be happy.
As the years went by
Ferdinand grew and grew until he
was very big and strong.
All the other bulls who had
grown up with him in the same
pasture would fight each other
all day. They would butt each
otehr and stick each other with
their horns. What they wanted
most of all was to be picked
to fight at the bill fights in
Madrid.
But not Ferdinand--he still
liked to sit just quietly under
the cork tree and smell the
flowers.
One day five men came in very
funny hats to pick the biggest,
fastest roughest bull to fight
in the bull fights in Madrid.
All the other bulls ran around
snorting and butting, leaping
and jumping so the men would
think that they were very very
strong and fierce and pick them.
Ferdinand knew that they
wouldn't pick him and he
didn't care. So he wount out
to his favorite cork tree to
sit down.
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.
Wow! Did it hurt! Ferdinand
jumped up with a snort. 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!
So they took him away for the
bullfight day in a cart.
What a day it was! Flags were
flying, bands were playing...
and all the lovely ladies had
flowers in their hair.
They had a parade ino the
bull ring.
First came the Banderilleros
with long sharp pins with
ribbins on them to stick in
the bull and make him mad.
Next came the Picadores who
rode skinny horses and they
had long spears to stick in the
bull and make him madder.
Then came the Matador, the
proudest of all--he thought he
was very handsome, and bowed
to the ladies. He had a red cape
and a sword and was supposed
to stick the bull last of all.
Then came the bull, and you
know who that was don't you?
--FERDINAND.
They called him Ferdinand
the Fierce and all of the Banderilleros
were afraid of him and
the Picadores were afraid of
him and the Matador was
scared stiff.
Ferdinand ran to the middle of
the ring and everyone shouted
and clapped because they
thought he was going to fight
fiercely and butt and snort
and stick his horns around.
But not ferdinand. When he
got to the middle of the ring
he saw the flowers in all the
lovely ladies' hair and he just
sat down quietly and smelled.
He wouldn't fight and be fierce
no matter what they did. He
just sat and smelled. And the
Banderilleros were mad and
the Picadores were madder and
the Matador was so mad he
cried because he couldn't show
off with his cape and sword.
So they had to take Ferdinand
home.
And for all I know he is sitting
there still, under his favorite
cork tree, smelling the flowers
just quietly.
He is very happy.
[QUOTE=Ken Atkinson;434759]i have that cartoon somewhere. i knew the script by heart, the grandkids played it so often.:pQuote:
Originally Posted by j.sabourn