We found Sheebo upset, although he kept his smile. He feelt somesheep pulled a fast one on him.
We found Sheebo angry even, even though he seemed to rejoice. He felt as if somesheep pulled a prank on him.
We found Sheebo irritated, regardless of our love for him. He felt flocked over.
Well, we made Sheebo’s point. But what caused all this?
‘I thought it was Friday already..’ he said.
‘And if that is the case, which it is, I need to adjust my mind, because I seem to be ‘missing’ a day,’ Sheebo says.
‘So, I am just gonna move over here.. sit in another planter.. it’s weird how a day can be gone from your mind, can’t it? Because it’s Friday I missed the whole Thursday! I am so upset.’
‘So. Friday. How could I have missed it? I am missing a Tuesday somehow, where did Potamotrygorgeous leave that day?’
Hey, you, we went to Antwerp on Tuesday, remember?
‘Ah yes, so there was a Tuesday after all, so what have we got.. Monday day one, Tuesday day gone but still counts, Wednesday day three, let me adjust to sit in the third planter then..’
‘I remember it being Wednesday, I do, and I am pretty sure to say that that day already happened.’
‘So I’m gonna move one more, it must be Tuesday today, right?’
‘I am a bit disappointed you know, because I really wanted it to be Friday already, somehow I was looking forward to it being Friday.’
‘The week is longer than I want it to be..’
And this is when we told Sheebo that it was actually Friday, as he already suspected.
‘Oh, it IS Friday, jaay!’
‘Or is it..’
‘Because I know it feels like Friday, but I know I really missed it being Thursday..’
‘Was this all because of the Antwerp trip? One, two, three, four,.. are we really looking at day number five? I am not sure any more.’
‘I am right, it’s not Friday at all, I don’t know what I was thinking, or hoping, yeah I was hoping it to be Friday, but it MUST be Thursday, because I cannot remember being Thursday. Go back one planter thus. Darn.’
‘Yeah. Thursday. Again a darn, because I was really warming up to it actually being Friday. Now I have to adjust one day. I feel disappointment, but hey if it’s Thursday I can look forward to tomorrow right, for tomorrow it’s Friday then.’
‘But still it doesn’t feel right, neither days feel right.’
We told Sheebo it’s neither day today.
‘Whut? You kiddin’ me, right? No Thursday? No Friday?’
‘So I guess moving over to the planter doesn’t help..’
‘Can’t it be everyday today? All days in one?’
‘Can’t today just be today..’
‘And let the planters be filled with plants, and not sheep..’
We tried to comfort Sheebo.
By trying to tell him that the whole day-wondering was yesterday, and that he was right all along for it being Friday. But that the story should be told yesterday.
And we hoped that by adjusting his hoodie, he wouldn’t hear that clear that we mentioned that it was Saturday today.
‘Hey Potamotrygorgeous, I know what day it is! It is today!’