Flash, the yellow bull with heart-shaped pupils, stood apart from the herd, gazing wistfully at the horizon. The other bulls snorted and pawed the ground, oblivious to his presence. Despite their distance, Flash found solace in the warmth of the setting sun and the soft rustle of the grass beneath his hooves.
Dynamite, a dark blue bull with a bright blue gaze and a prosthetic arm, watched from a distance, his muscles tensing. [@ch_2]Dynamite[/@ch_2_d]"Leave him be,"[/@ch_2_d] he warned, stepping forward to shield his brother. The other bulls snickered, their mockery echoing in the cool evening air.
"You're the only one who truly understands me," Flash murmured, stroking Fuzzy's cyan fuzz. Dynamite joined them, settling down with a heavy sigh. "You don't need to change, Flash. Your heart is your strength," he reassured, his voice filled with unwavering support.
Flash resolved to show the herd that kindness was a strength, not a weakness. With Dynamite by his side, he began to demonstrate small acts of compassion, helping a bird with a broken wing and guiding a lost lamb back to its mother.
"He's not like us," one bull remarked, watching as Flash tended to the flowers. Another nodded, "But maybe that's a good thing." Slowly, the herd's attitude shifted, their respect for Flash growing with each compassionate gesture.
Dynamite will always love his younger brother regardless if the herds mean insults
