We kept our promise, we let little Sheebo sleep late the next morning. Trust is partially built on that you know; do as you say, say as you do. So when he woke up, we asked him to show us how to make that fluff of his. He had asked his big brother to help him.
Big Sheebo was perhaps a big too bit for this? Or a bit too big?
Let’s see the difference between them, big and small. Can you try holding Sheebo, Sheebo?
Here I am!
Yes, there you are.
Did you see how in one picture I changed sizes? I am not the biggest brother, but only one of the bigger brother. Nevermind. Let’s make that fluff, I need a glass.
And Sheebo needed some casein. We had more than some. We love to hoard.. or was it herd?
We need 25grams of casein.
And 50grams of almond milk.
Oh yeah, and we need ice. Lots of ice. Cubes. Ice cubes!
Step one. Crush the ice.
If you do it well (or fast, or with a smile) it becomes dry powder.
But don’t let a sheep touch it, because sheep are warm, and the dry ice will melt.
Step two is adding the casein.
Hold the mixer, Sheebo.
For we will add the milk too. Step three. And then just mix! Step four, five, six and seven: patience, time and a happy smile in anticipation of what will come. The substance will become thicker, sticky.
When the substance looks a bit like gum, or like milkshake, depending on how much ice you chose to add, you must now put a lot of air into the substance. So whip it! Step ten to sixteen: it may take up to five minutes before the substance becomes fluffy.
See how it has grown in size already? Remember how we started with just a tiny cup of casein and milk? This will come of it when you add air to it. The phrase nothing but air gets another dimension now, doesn’t it?
Oh, and this is what happens when the camera gets wet.. Sorry.. tried putting it in a bowl.
Now you can step all you want. You can add some cocoa nibs, or oreo cookies, or fresh fruit, or whatever you feel like having that day!
Shall we do this one time to never do it again, Sheebo? You know what we mean, right? Making a foodpic? Let’s go outside for better light.
Yes. One time only. Sheep posing in a food pic.
Add a leafs for that special autumn fluffy feeling. Enjoy!
Have you ever been woken up in the middle of the night?
Have you ever been woken up in the middle of the night by a sheep?
Have you ever been woken up in the middle of the night by a sheep called Sheebo?
Have you ever been woken up in the middle of the night by a sheep called Sheebo telling you that he can’t sleep?
Yeah, thought so. We will have our pay-back someday, little mäh. Maybe when you have just rested your ears and paws and stretched your wool and legs, and closed your eyes and mouth. Maybe then it will be us who wake you up. Shall we say half past six tomorrow? In the morning that is..
Sheebo could not sleep. That was because last night something broke. His sleep broke. Because a device broke. And although sheep do not get that attached to ‘things in life’, this thing was a means to a goal that he did got a bit attached to, and that was the phenomenon of fluff. But we had no idea what he meant! He kept saying fluff this and fluff that. First we thought he was cursing, but then he took us to the store.
Is this it, Sheebo? You mean you are getting fluffier and want to see how much you weigh?
Hmm.. apparently not. Do you want to ride fluffy clouds and pretend this hair curling thingy is a rocket towards the sky?
Apparently not. What then Sheebo. Is your fur too fluffy and you need us to blowdry it?
Oops.. almost got caught in the fluff sucker.
But what is it you need then, sweetie? Is your fluffy fur looking like an afro and you want us to iron that out?
Or do you want to be more fluffy and make waffles? (we’re up for that by the way..)
Making waffels vertically then?
You are warming up to the idea of waffles yet, aren’t you?
Let’s get some juice to go along with it. Waffles and juice. It’s like peanutbutter and jelly. Or tit and tat. Or spaghetti and stains you can never get out of your white dress (oh, the memories of that..)
Is it a jay or a nay on that juice?
Old fashioned coffee then?
New fashioned coffee?
Here is when Sheebo was tired of showing us around the store. To be honest, we were a bit done ourselves. By now we were longing for waffles with new fashioned coffee and we put Sheebo down for a second. Oh boy, we didn’t know it was a copying machine.. will there be two Sheebos after this story?
‘Yes, Potamotrygorgeous,’ Sheebo said, ‘and the bigger Sheebo will help me make you that fluff. But only if you let me sleep tomorrow morning.’
We found James on the side of a picture. He wanted to know something. ‘What is it, sweetie?’
James saw something cool with a measuring tape and he wanted to replay that with us.
But he could not remember what it was. And because he didn’t remember what it was, he could not tell us what it was.
Grandmäh came to the rescue. And grandmäh rescued James.
Grandmäh said she knew. She she had heard of the same game with that measuring tape.
She offered to tell us. She offered to show James. But Grandmäh had just one tiny problem..
Grandmäh was old. She fell over from time to time.
Even when we picked her back up.
James didn’t know what to think of it. He thought this is going nowhere with that measuring tape story. But okay, let’s see how far we get.
Grandmäh had a measuring tape with her. She remembered it from long ago.
And knowing grandmäh her age, a long time ago really was a long time ago.
It was a game that sheep only played when three rules were met. Rule one was craving for tuna. Rule two was not wearing blue shoes. Rule three was shameless giggling over past sheep elections.
But now the rules were different. Little grandmähs grow up.
We were very curious how all of this would go. Is this part of the game already, grandmäh?
It turned out that it was. James hadn’t moved an inch during all of it. The only thing that we saw happening was grandmäh moving closer, holding that measuring tape. We thought it was time for some explanations because sometimes words say a bit more than pictures.
‘Well..’ grandmäh said, ‘wait.. James.. will you help me here?’
James offered his help. He did not know what was expected of him. Asking for ‘help’ was not very clear to him. Then grandmäh said he should hold one part of the tape.
Ah yes, this is the kind of instruction a sheep can work with. Direct instructions. Holding a tape. He sure could do that! Okay, now what?
‘Eh..’ grandmäh hesitated, ‘I think I am doing something wrong here..’
‘Push her, Potamotrygorgeous!’ James said.
And so we did.
Stupid game, James thought. Grandmäh remembered it wrong, I remember now. She wanted to measure the distance between us, but ended up measuring my patience.
Promise me, Potamotrygorgeous, that next time we will play, that grandmäh promises to be not a part of it?
Even when she forgets?