M. Pelletier [I hate bringing him up, being my french teacher] told us in class many times about sheep, and what dumb animals they are. He told us that you could go and lie in a field full of them and just wait, and they would come up to you because they are curious. And if you stay still long enough, you can even catch one, and kill it, if ever the need arises where you have to kill an innocent sheep to eat because you are starving or something. He makes it out like they are the only curious animals; what about the cat, or the dog? They are just as curious, so just as stupid as well? And yet we place them so highly in our society...
I got to see sheep for the first time in England from our bus. There they were, grazing in fields all over the countryside we passed. Little balls of fluff. Hehe. They were cute. I took pictures of them, even as our bus wizzed by. They looked like marshmellow farms, as one friend puts it.
I again saw sheep at Beaumont-Hamel, which is the site of la Somme. They just sit there and graze the grass. It was cool to see them much closer up. Scott, our tour guide, was asked if he's ever seen a sheep blow up, and we were much disapointed to hear that he has never seen one, not there or Vimy, where he also works. There were more at Vimy, but no history of a sheep ever exploding. I was much disapointed. If I couldn't see it happen, I would have at least liked to hear about it.. I love sheep, but i thought it would be the funniest thing to watch a sheep explode. I mean, picture a sheep just walking, and grazing, stepping on a mine, and exploding. Imagine seeing bits of fluff raining down from the sky... c'mon, it's a funny picture.. or maybe it's just me...
Here's a clever little anecdote about sheep: At Beaumont-Hamel, I was raving on and on about sheep [apparently]; I remember I kept saying sheepies because we were walking right by them. Anyway. Lisa got annoyed that I liked 'farm animals' which I guess isn't a good thing in her books. So she snapped finally and asked me what is so interesting about sheep that I love them so much? I think she only saw sheep as fleece providers, and I don't even like fleece. I like sheep. I paused, thought for a second, then, tartily, I responded that at least sheep don't talk. It took a second, but soon she squawked out a hey!. I smiled, continued to walk, and proceeded with the conversation, saying that the whole time we had been there, I had only heard one sheep baah, and it was pleasant sounding. She was pretty mad after that, but subdued. I don't know why I wanted to include that, but it was funny to me at the time and I guess it still is.
Sheep. Sheepies. Hehe. I like sheep.
The other day Steff started to sing: and this one's for you/ and you can tell everybody/ that this is your sheep.... it was great. Phenominal. Hehe. Sheep.
