Today, out of nowhere, I remembered the first book I ever read; it was called The Story of Ferdinand and had a very distinct red cover with Ferdinand and white flowers around it:
The story was about a young bull named Ferdinand who only enjoyed sitting under a tree and smelling the flowers. He still enjoys it when he grows up, although by now he is a very large, muscular bull. One day, Ferdinand is accidentally stung by a bee while smelling a rose and begins bucking like crazy. Several men see him and decide he is perfect for them and take him away. The next thing Ferdinand knows he is in a bull ring and a matador is standing across from him. But instead of being the savage bull the men thought he was, he decides to sit down in the middle of the ring and sniff a flower growing out of a crack. The matador and people become upset and ship him back to the pasture where he sat under the tree, smelling the flowers, with out ever being bothered again.
I remember I was three and became so excited when I realized I had read it all by myself, I decided to wake up my Ma and Dad at some ungodly hour Saturday morning and tell them the news. Needless to say, they were both incredibly happy yet groggy.
So, do any of you guys remember the first book you ever read? Maybe just give a brief little summary or something of the like.

The story was about a young bull named Ferdinand who only enjoyed sitting under a tree and smelling the flowers. He still enjoys it when he grows up, although by now he is a very large, muscular bull. One day, Ferdinand is accidentally stung by a bee while smelling a rose and begins bucking like crazy. Several men see him and decide he is perfect for them and take him away. The next thing Ferdinand knows he is in a bull ring and a matador is standing across from him. But instead of being the savage bull the men thought he was, he decides to sit down in the middle of the ring and sniff a flower growing out of a crack. The matador and people become upset and ship him back to the pasture where he sat under the tree, smelling the flowers, with out ever being bothered again.
I remember I was three and became so excited when I realized I had read it all by myself, I decided to wake up my Ma and Dad at some ungodly hour Saturday morning and tell them the news. Needless to say, they were both incredibly happy yet groggy.
So, do any of you guys remember the first book you ever read? Maybe just give a brief little summary or something of the like.