One day I decided to stop jumping rope and relax. And possibly get a suntan. I got tired of that and decided to go for a walk. As I was walking along I saw my sheep friends. You should never let a bunch of sheep wander off by themselves. Sheep are prone to wander and can get themselves into all kinds of trouble. So they came to this bar. They had no idea what was inside, so they decided to check it out. They ordered drinks. They never had liquor in their life and were curious what it was all about. They got drunk. Some sheep got into fights. The people in the bar were not happy about this and decided to call the police. The police wanted to know who they belonged to. The sheep told them /t. owns them. So the police called him and asked him if he knew where his sheep were. /t. said they should be in their LAMB PASTURE over at his blog. The police asked him if he would mind checking up on them. While he went to his blog to check on his sheep /t. wonders what Little Lamb has done now. He finds the lambs have escaped yet again! Little Lamb has always been the ring leader of the lamb wandering off. She is in BIG trouble now.
TO BE CONTINUED
6 comments:
Is it even possible for a sheep to get hurt in a bar fight? With all of that padding, it must be difficult.
that's a
nice story,
little lamb,
but
i checked the lambs at mo'po and find they all are back in their pasture
Dolly7 still looks at me funny -- can you do something with her? how about a bbq this weekend?
/t.
I wonder if they do get hurt, pug. I dunno
/t. bbq? Maybe that's why she's looking at you funny.
reading backwards, now getting more concerned by the minute.
Lex, is that good or bad?
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