“Like Shakespeare once said ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’
But you are more lovely and more temperate!
How can I win your affection, let me think.” Bob thought hard.
Dean was listening. Or waiting.
“I could try rubbing my way into your heart?”
But Dean was shocked. No moisturizing effort had ever been made, not on a sheep! What would his fur be like, when all greased up, he liked being fluffy.
“He should think again, thinking he can grope me like that, greasy ‘n’ all.”
“Yeah, he’s right, I should think again.”
“Could I win with money, you think? That’s what so many people always say, it makes things go round.”
“Okay, don’t think again, think thrice!”
“I could get you liquored up, how does that sound?”
“That is wining me up, if anything..”
“And if I just try to fit in a sunflower seeds container?”
“You know, me being a sunflower then. Sprouting. Or whatever. Like your shine of sun?”
“He sure goes to great lengths to get a point across.”
“You know what, Bob? Do the Shakespeare thing on me again.”
“Meanwhile, I will get us some drinks.”
Ane Bob, still acting like a sunflower, started anew: ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day..’
‘Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May..’
‘And now I will taste your shake of whey!’