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Once upon a time, there was a bull named Ferdinand who had a peculiar fascination with fine china. While other bulls in the pasture were content with grazing on grass and lounging in the sun, Ferdinand had a different calling in life - to explore the world of delicate porcelain and fragile crystal.
Despite his massive size and bulk, Ferdinand was surprisingly nimble and graceful when it came to navigating around breakable objects. He would tiptoe through the fields and carefully weave his way through flowerbeds, always keeping a watchful eye for anything that might shatter beneath his hooves.
But as careful as Ferdinand was, he couldn't resist the temptation of wandering into the local china shop. The shop was a maze of shelves and displays, filled to the brim with exquisite teapots, ornate vases, and delicate figurines.
As soon as Ferdinand entered the shop, he was in awe of the beauty and craftsmanship of the china. He could hardly contain his excitement as he began to wander through the aisles, admiring the intricate patterns and designs of each piece.
But alas, as careful as Ferdinand was, he was still a bull in a china shop. And it wasn't long before disaster struck.
With a sudden snort, Ferdinand lost his balance and stumbled into a shelf of teacups, sending them flying in every direction. The shopkeeper, who had been dozing in the back room, woke up with a start and rushed out to see what had happened.
"Great bulls of fire!" he exclaimed, as he surveyed the damage. "What on earth have you done, Ferdinand?"
Ferdinand hung his head in shame, knowing that he had made a terrible mistake. But despite the chaos and destruction around him, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thrill of being surrounded by so much beautiful china.
From that day forward, Ferdinand made a solemn vow to never again venture into the china shop. He knew that his love for delicate objects was simply too great a temptation, and that he was far too clumsy to ever handle them safely.
But even though he never returned to the shop, Ferdinand would often gaze wistfully in its direction, dreaming of the day when he might once again be surrounded by all that exquisite china. For a bull in a china shop, after all, there was no greater pleasure in life.
