I would like to sincerely apologize to all of the stupid sheep out there. You aren’t as stupid as I thought. Good thing Mr. Big Food insisted we keep the bottom gate open!
You will recall that the sheep have gone missing. After our excursion the other day, Mr. Big Food proclaimed, “They are probably across the cotton field by now.” I thought they’d headed into the empty 700 acres behind us. We were both wrong. I just sat there. I called Miss M for no reason other
As you know, one of the sheep went missing the other day only to return on the wrong side of the fence, necessitating that Mara and I become shepherds. As I said, So I opened the gate between the two pastures thinking eventually one of the two stupid animals– and I do mean stupid– would
[A delightful book, by the way. Filled with all sorts of crappy old poems and songs. Highly recommended to those interested in escaping 2019 for a few minutes.] I received a call from The J-Man last Monday. Did I know where the other sheep was? I, too, had noticed earlier that the small one was