The story line follows a boy who turns into a mean, angry bull when his temper gets the best of him. When he chooses to do the right thing, and not act out in anger, he turns back into a boy. Darlene Shortridge drew inspiration from her son, Jeremiah, who had quite the temper growing up. His little fists would ball up at his sides and his nose would breathe in and out in exaggerated form as Darlene would say, Jeremiah, you're a boy, not a bull! #leavebullyingtobullsThis book is a welcome addition to any child's library and addresses bullying at home, in the neighborhood, and at school. Jason Webb's introductory illustrations showcase his talent. He truly brought Darlene's vision for her characters to life. The artwork is colorful, full of action, and attractive to children ages 4-8. Each two page spread featuring the bull acting out resolves as you turn the page and see the boy acting as a boy should.

I'm your mom,

I should know.

I was there on that day

You decided to show.

You're a boy, not a bull!

You are angry,

I can understand.

Your sister destroyed

your tower so grand.

You ball up your fists.

Hands straight by your side.

Your face is in snarls

This I cannot abide.

You're a boy, not a bull!

It's only a game

You're heard this before

Not liking to lose

You slam your door

I hear you pacing

Toys start to fly

Your feet start stomping

I ask myself why?

You're a boy, not a bull.

The kids at school

They call you a name

It's not true

But it hurts just the same

Your face turns red

You try not to cry

Instead you get angry

Your fists start to fly

You're a boy, not a bull.

You stand at the door

Your day is all planned

Bat, ball, and mitt

You hold in your hand

You have chores to do

Before you can play

You stomp and you shout

You don't get your way

You're a boy, not a bull.

She is sweet a button

Or so they say

You can't see it

She gets in the way

You no longer matter

She's all they love

No one is looking

You give her a shove.

You're a boy, not a bull.

He's your big brother

He's supposed to care

He hits you and trips you

And pulls your hair

You do to them

What he does to you

You are the bully

On the playground at school

You're a boy, not a bull

Fold your clothes

Make your bed

Harder than it looks

These words fill you with dread

You try to comply

You try to explain

Your work looks a mess

You start to complain

You're a boy, not a bull.

You're worried

You've got a test

You run through the house

You push and you shove