Someone needs to clean up here.
‘You mean the leaves?’
‘No, I mean Potamotrygorgeous.’
Okay, this is not going anywhere. Not al Saturdays are meant for chatting. Some of the flock has been up since forever. Or at least since four. It’s so great to watch the world wake up. It’s like you are living in a different space, and know all these things about all the sleeping sheep, things that they don’t know. What time it is, for example. Or how dark. Or the temperature.
Look! I can stand!
I gotta see this.
No, he can’t. Not for a longer period anyway, and certainly not on Saturdays.
Hey, buddy, you okay?
Sheebo, perhaps you should give some CPR, some Caring Pressure to the Rookie.
See? All better, this CPR thing really does wonders. It’s also meant to Court, Pinch and Romance, but since there are no ladies around,..
Look I can stand!
O-oh.. We should have seen this coming, since according to the flock we were in charge of cleaning up what autumn bore. Sheebo saw it too.
This is what happens..
Look at that hoof! It’s yukkie!
Look who’s bleating! I was only standing on two hoofs, I saw a certain sheepie sitting on his ass.. you turn around!
Yep.. thought so. That CPR does come in handy. Clean that Precious Rack!