Wait for Meeee!
The Sheep, they saw their perfect opportunity for escape.
Bleating in their excitement, some never saw the car coming and sadly, a few brothers and sisters were lost. They bleated mournfully.
Their grief had to be displaced if they were going to make it past Farmer Giles: He was so mean, wanting to steal their warm coats to amass wealth while they froze.
They had cottened on early though: No pulling the wool over these Sheep’s eyes.
Without a backwards glance, they ran and ran and ran;
Then stopped. Where were they exactly going to go?
Poor, poor Sheep. They need to now find another leader:
They are lost Sheep after all!
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Another instalment for the Friday Fictioneers! For May 16th from our host – Rochelle