'The more I see Ewe, the more I care, Although your clockwork gives quite a scare, The more I hold you in my rustic gaze, The more you send my mind into a daze.'
So they sang-although singing would be too flattering a description thought Annabelle the sheep. She turned to her companion. 'Honestly, Griselda, that song gets worse and worse, It's the fourth set of youths piling out of the woods tonight, with that same tuneless warble. You'd think they could tell the difference between real sheep and those clockwork replicas by now.' 'I blame the takeaway beer,' said Griselda. 'They can't go into the Dragon's End now, not with us in Tier 4 and all, so they take the beer in great crates and go off to the woods.' 'Oh well, never mind,' replied Annabelle. 'Us real sheep are fighting back now. It's going to be a very different year.'
'The more I see Ewe, the more I care,
ReplyDeleteAlthough your clockwork gives quite a scare,
The more I hold you in my rustic gaze,
The more you send my mind into a daze.'
So they sang-although singing would be too flattering a description thought Annabelle the sheep. She turned to her companion. 'Honestly, Griselda, that song gets worse and worse, It's the fourth set of youths piling out of the woods tonight, with that same tuneless warble. You'd think they could tell the difference between real sheep and those clockwork replicas by now.' 'I blame the takeaway beer,' said Griselda. 'They can't go into the Dragon's End now, not with us in Tier 4 and all, so they take the beer in great crates and go off to the woods.' 'Oh well, never mind,' replied Annabelle. 'Us real sheep are fighting back now. It's going to be a very different year.'