The Bull Fight by Zander

1,2,4: the bull fights.

3: The beginning of the fight where all the participants get introduced.

Intro

Being a tourist in Spain meant that we had to see a bull fight. So during a festival in Granada, my family and I went to see a fight. The bull fighting arena was not very big, but a lot of people want to see the fight. While we were in line to get the tickets, there were protesters that had signs that said " we want celebrations without blood" and other similar statements. I think that they were there to stop us from paying money to see animals get killed for entertainment.

When we finally got to the ticket booth, the talk turned to bulls, which one was heavier, and which one would be the most exiting to watch. Then there were the college kids who came to get drunk, and they were doing just that. My dad wanting to give us the most interesting experience ( save money) and went ahead and bought us the cheap tickets. I was ready for a mind changing experience and wondered what I would it be like to be in a bull fight. The following passages are what I think it would feel like to be in a bull fight from the perspective of the bull, the matador, and the crowd.

The Bull

Charging around after the pink cape. Just can't catch it!! Every time I get close, it moves. Running around in bright colored clothes. Waving that cape around at me. They run at me and stab me with colorful sticks. So annoying, they get in my face, can't concentrate. They run too fast and they are too quick. Aaa so close. Suddenly, they start waving red capes at me. So annoying can't catch them. He twirls his cloak around and moves out of they way. He raises his big shiny spike, and stabs. Aaah, it hurts. He will pay! Blood is getting me all wet. Just can't catch it. I want to lie down and sleep. No kill him! Can't move. Can't stay up. Noo!!!

The Matador

The bull charges. A wave of the cape and a side step. The bull goes right by. The crowd cheers. Time to prepare for the next one. Here comes the bull, a twirl of the cape, a flourish, and side step. He goes right by. Now it is time for the kill. Raise the sword and plunge. Yes!I hit the heart. Blood squirted out. The crowd cheers. The bull stumbles. Then blood comes out of the bulls mouth, collapses. More cheering. Yes, I killed the bull without getting killed. The crowd is cheering. I killed a 1 ton mass of muscle with sharp horns!

The Crowd

Ugh.....the sugared smoke. The fat person in front of me keeps smoking them. Don't they have any respect. My butt hurts. There is no cushion and the benches are really small. We have the cheap seats, so it is very uncomfortable. Please finish the fight, so I can stand up. The bull doesn't have a chance of surviving but people still find it entertaining. People are drinking, smoking, and eating. They are talking about the fight through it all. All the college kids take there dates out to the fight with their friends, so the standees are full of some crazy people. We are so close, that we don't have any personal space. The dude behind us is on his 5th beer. He better not be driving home. Now I know why there are so many police here. They got it all: Coke, Fanta, whisky, vodka, gin, and ice. Ugh, the cigaret smoke. Does everyone in Spain smoke? Can we go? I can't breath. We have seen the bull fight. Seeing a bull fight was a messiah thing but if I had a choice I wouldn't do it avian if I nada choice.