If there was a sheep called Mary we would give her a different name. Because it is doubtful that the flock would accept a Mary as a name for a sheep in their midst. If this sheep went by a different name, it would be a different sheep. The story would have been different too. Even thinking about this makes it all different. So. Let’s start anew.
Imagine a sheep. Imagine her name is Mary. Imagine this for us, will you?
“I don’t have what it takes,” she sighed.
Bob didn’t know what to reply. He knew there was no Mary in the flock, nor was he the imaginative type of sheep.. Thirdly, this kind of sheep talk was not only not acceptable, allowed, but he knew that none of the sheep would even think that way, let alone talk. Or bleat. But again.. no Mary here..
“O yes, Bob, you go right ahead, you make yourself heard, go and let all the maaaaahs out!”
“I don’t have what it takes”, she said again. “You are the weirdest sheep I ever encountered, Bob is it? They call you Bob? Do you always just assume on only the beginnings of a sentence?”
Okay. Let’s just call it a night. A day. A morning.
Maaah, maaaah mah!
Mah? Maaah, mah. Mah!
Potamotrygorgeous, just wait a second. I just heard the full version of this eh.. this Mary sheep.. The sentence wasn’t finished!
See? Told you.
Now, let’s just push this duvet back again, okay? Bob, you with me?
Haha, Bob helping out, and gets himself some girly leg touching in one same stroke, good one!
Okay, done. So. My sentence then.. “I don’t have what it takes..
..to be average.”