Do you know how hard is to be a sheep? You go all mornings to the same spot guided by a weird dog, you grow your hair and then your are forced to be naked without explanation. This is a vicious loop that doesn’t end...
And yet I aspire for more. I am not your sheep to be counted, I do not often feel “sheepish,” I do not belong with the “sheeple.” And if all goes to plan tonight I will be leaving the herd forever, soon to discover if the grass is truly greener.
I bleated over to the nearest clump and started munching. Humph!To want my wool was a- Suddenly, I was dragged from behind. They were never planning to let me go! I could hear the razor buzzing closer and closer. But little did they know that I had a lucky clover in my mouth.
Empowered by luck I leapt up, toppling my attacker, then surprised him with a shift groin kick. He will think twice before trying to sheer my cottony bounty again! I stood up on my back legs, and spoke in my best human voice “how daaaare you baaaad man.”