"A Long-Expected Party" (II)

"A day or two later a rumour (probably started by the knowledgeable Sam) was spread about that there were going to be fireworks - fireworks, what is more, such as had not been seen in the Shire for nigh on a century, not indeed since the Old took died."

I left two days passed so, the rumour has been spread today. I feel in in the air... Gandalf is coming!

My day has barely started but I'm feeling a bit strange. A year ago, as I had been doing in previous years, I had been campaigning against the barbaric festival of the Toro de la Vega. Rompesuelas's fate broke my heart once again, ever since I saw his face when it was announced that he would be the Toro de la Vega 2015. Ever since I got news of that tournament, September had stopped being one of my favourite months. This year, since the tournament has been abolished, I started enjoying it again. However, the tournament has just been changed, and Pelado, yesterday, had to put up with human stupidity. He was not physically tortured, but what about the mental stress that every animal undergoes in those conditions? Why is it that many humans seem to be able to have fun only when humilliating someone they perceive as their inferior? Watching the news yesterday and seeing people defending the old tournament, asking for it to return with pathetic arguments makes me feel ashamed to belong to his species. Pelado has died, anyway, even if not tortured with lances, as it used to be. He has ended up in the slaugherhouse, after being shot a tranquilising dart once he had taken refuge in the forest.

Pelado

 I know, this has nothing to do with The Lord of the Rings, but isn't this a journal of my life while reading it? So here you go.