New York Public Library.
Believe it or not, Ferdinand thought he might have a real talent for reading.
He sat in the library, engrossed in a novel that supposedly came from the East.
Some of its flavor might have been lost in translation, but that did nothing to stop an uncultured boar from having his eyes opened.
"Oh my God, this is so good."
When Ferdinand reached an especially moving part, he wiped his tears with a tissue, his face full of emotion.
His younger brother Roman sat beside him, utterly speechless.
"Have you forgotten what you came here for?"
Who came to a library to read novels?
Only then did Ferdinand remember his actual business. He took out a book on financial management and opened it.
Three minutes later, his head was drooping.
Unable to hold out any longer, he took out a bottle of his secret weapon and discreetly inhaled a huge whiff.
Half an hour later, someone was wheeled out of the library.
Lying on a stretcher, Ferdinand struggled. "No! Who called an ambulance?!"
Roman hid, looking guilty.
Unfortunately, struggling did him no good. They loaded him into it anyway.
At the hospital, the doctor looked impressed. "You inhaled pepper spray directly? You're hardcore."
Ferdinand looked utterly despondent. "I really didn't call this ambulance."
Thinking of the medical bill, which would run into the thousands of dollars, Ferdinand wanted to kill whoever had called the ambulance for him.
Everyone knew how notoriously expensive healthcare was in the United States.
Especially when a dentist came over and solemnly told him that he would be better off having a tooth pulled.
Clutching his wallet protectively, he rushed out of the hospital without looking back.
He climbed into his beat-up pickup, abandoned his younger brother, and floored it.
Having finally