Waking sheep up in a state of disarray was how Wednesdays sometimes presented themselves. It was as if the morning silently rehearsed what was about to be in the news 7 hours from now. That collision of thaw and sleet. A tsunami of unbelief gushed upen the eyes of all the sheep that had until then been sleeping standing up, including McDreamy.
In his dream there had been a field full of female sheep, all bleating their love for him. The sound drove him crazy. if one female sheep was heavy enough, imagine a whole field of them! He needed out help to sort through them all and so we decided to write down everything he heard. For every sheep a new piece of paper.
What he heard in his dream was every female sheep bleating her love for him. All of them! They sung, they bleated, they were in and out of tune, it was one big cacophony of sound, as if was a huge wall that surrounded him.
So McDreamy decided that half of the female sheep were not being truthful, since it is almost unthinkable that EVERY female sheep would love him. Sure, he is the catch of the cattle, but McDreamy thought that perhaps some female sheep were just practicing their seduction skills just to practice. So they can be cancelled out. Especially the loudest, he decided, she loves me not.
Oooh mäh sheep! It’s her, it.. is.. her! McDreamy yelled. How could I have not know the name of my love?! What was I, asleep or something? Curious as we were, we asked about the name on the paper. But the four eyes of the slippers had a new task for this sheep: to keep this information hidden for a little while.