Bessie thought her life would be confined to the farm forever. It's what her mom had done and her mom before her and so on and so forth as far back as cow oral history went. Her mom and grandmother had always gold her it was a good life. You relax, eat, roam within the fences, have adorable calves, and provide milk for both the calves and for the farmers. But Bessie could see that there was life beyond the farm.
The bulls of the farm would sometimes be pulled into bull fights. Luckily, these bullfights did not end in the killing of the bull, but just in the mock killing of a bull. It was a symbolic victory the matadors took in these cases where the matadors hit the bulls with prop swords so it looked like they were stabbed, but were left unharmed. The bulls, including Bessie's father, grandfather, brothers, cousins, and uncles all enjoyed getting wide range of the farm and then got to travel to arenas. They brought back tales of grand crowds, loud cheers, and sights and smells beyond Bessie's imagination.
One night, Bessie hatched a plan. She knew the bulls were being rounded up to go to the fights the next morning. Bessie decided she would hide in the crowd and get taken to the arena too. She thought the bulls might turn her in, but she figured it was just a chance she had to take. To her surprise, her brothers were proud of her cunning plan and helped shift her into the center of the crowd so that the farmers wouldn't notice her.
Bessie was amazed at the city. There were so many tall buildings, so many colorful people, and there were so many smells and sounds that she'd never experience before. She paused when they got to the arena. Now it was time to see if her plan would work. As they were herded out of the truck, someone approached her and moved her out of the crowd. Out of some bit of fear, Bessie stood on her hind legs.
"Whoa! Do you see this cow?" asked the person to a crowd of other arena workers.
"If the cow can stand...do you think we could get her in a uniform?"
Bessie wasn't quite sure what was happening, but the people quickly spoke to the farmers and reached some sort of deal. Then there was a flurry of people around her and bright colored fabric. She was then led to a group of the matadors. She realized with a smile that she was dressed just like them. She felt proud to be included in their number.
Bessie got to watch the first few rounds with other matadors and thought she would just be brought out as a kind of mascot, but then she was put into the arena with one of her brothers. Remembering what got her there in the first place, she stood on her hind legs and waved the cape that was tied to her front hooves. Her smugly charged thinking he could best her easily, but she was able to trick him at the last minute and get out of his way just in time.
The crowd went wild when the match finally ended when her brother lay himself down, exhausted. Not quite knowing how to end it, she decided to dramatically lay her cape across him.
Afterwards, the people talked to the farmer again and a deal was quickly struck. Bessie was so popular and had gotten such raving fans that she would come every time the farmer brought bulls and she would be trained by a matador in the meantime to be able to perform more tricks.
As Bessie looked at her new life, she was proud, happy, amazed, and baffled all at the same time. Bessie would become a legend not only among her family and at her farm, but for cows and bulls everywhere. For when else had a cow ever become a matador?
(Prompt by Elena Westbrook)
The bulls of the farm would sometimes be pulled into bull fights. Luckily, these bullfights did not end in the killing of the bull, but just in the mock killing of a bull. It was a symbolic victory the matadors took in these cases where the matadors hit the bulls with prop swords so it looked like they were stabbed, but were left unharmed. The bulls, including Bessie's father, grandfather, brothers, cousins, and uncles all enjoyed getting wide range of the farm and then got to travel to arenas. They brought back tales of grand crowds, loud cheers, and sights and smells beyond Bessie's imagination.
One night, Bessie hatched a plan. She knew the bulls were being rounded up to go to the fights the next morning. Bessie decided she would hide in the crowd and get taken to the arena too. She thought the bulls might turn her in, but she figured it was just a chance she had to take. To her surprise, her brothers were proud of her cunning plan and helped shift her into the center of the crowd so that the farmers wouldn't notice her.
Bessie was amazed at the city. There were so many tall buildings, so many colorful people, and there were so many smells and sounds that she'd never experience before. She paused when they got to the arena. Now it was time to see if her plan would work. As they were herded out of the truck, someone approached her and moved her out of the crowd. Out of some bit of fear, Bessie stood on her hind legs.
"Whoa! Do you see this cow?" asked the person to a crowd of other arena workers.
"If the cow can stand...do you think we could get her in a uniform?"
Bessie wasn't quite sure what was happening, but the people quickly spoke to the farmers and reached some sort of deal. Then there was a flurry of people around her and bright colored fabric. She was then led to a group of the matadors. She realized with a smile that she was dressed just like them. She felt proud to be included in their number.
Bessie got to watch the first few rounds with other matadors and thought she would just be brought out as a kind of mascot, but then she was put into the arena with one of her brothers. Remembering what got her there in the first place, she stood on her hind legs and waved the cape that was tied to her front hooves. Her smugly charged thinking he could best her easily, but she was able to trick him at the last minute and get out of his way just in time.
The crowd went wild when the match finally ended when her brother lay himself down, exhausted. Not quite knowing how to end it, she decided to dramatically lay her cape across him.
Afterwards, the people talked to the farmer again and a deal was quickly struck. Bessie was so popular and had gotten such raving fans that she would come every time the farmer brought bulls and she would be trained by a matador in the meantime to be able to perform more tricks.
As Bessie looked at her new life, she was proud, happy, amazed, and baffled all at the same time. Bessie would become a legend not only among her family and at her farm, but for cows and bulls everywhere. For when else had a cow ever become a matador?
(Prompt by Elena Westbrook)
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