Sheepish Fun

I love sheeps.

Not in a weird way.

Just their whole being.

How they wander around in the mountains without a care in the world.

How they break into your garden eating grass, pooping and bleating you awake in the early morning.

Or lay down in the middle of the road to take a nap, not caring at all about the line of cars tooting their horns and growling with their engines.

How a whole group of them can stand frozen staring at you.

The only movement being a rythmic, nonchalant chewing of grass.

They can run away scared.

Or they can headbutt you in the behind.

You never know what their next move is.

The one thing you do know.

Is that your needs and wellbeing is the last thing on their mind.

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