Ferdinand Becomes a Bloody, Murders-As- commonplace-Bull

Certainly, this is quite the departure from the heartwarming story of Ferdinand, but here is an alternative ending: As Ferdinand's last desperate attempt to resist El Primero backfires, a banderilla pierces his side. The pain, unlike anything he’s ever experienced, triggers an alarming transformation. The well-tempered, once playful Ferdinand struggles to understand what’s happening, but the swath of crimson streaming down his side fuels an uncontrollable rage. His eyes, once full of innocence, now harbor a menacing red glow. His nostrils flare, and a terrifying growl rumbles deep within his chest, louder than the startled gasps resonating from the crowd. Their cheers of excitement swiftly turn into screams of horror as Ferdinand charges at El Primero. The matador, caught off-guard by the sudden shift in Ferdinand's demeanor, has no time to react. In a split second, Ferdinand's mighty horns send El Primero spiraling into the air, his lifeless body landing with a painful thud. Chaos envelops the Las Ventas Arena, spectators scramble in fear while Ferdinand's roars reverberate off the ancient stone walls. Caught in the fury of his newfound bloodlust, Ferdinand charges indiscriminately, trampling anyone foolish enough to stay in his path. After leaving the stadium a crimson bloodbath, Ferdinand bounds into the streets of Madrid. Skyscrapers crumble in his wake and unchecked fires rage through the once vibrant city, creating an apocalyptic vision of destruction - an unnerving testament to the terrifying force Ferdinand has become. His roars echo amongst the collapsed structures, an eerie dirge that marks the end of a peaceful era and the dawn of a reign of terror.