Flying Sheep
(A tourist approaches a
shepherd. The sounds of sheep and the outdoors are heard.)
Tourist: Good afternoon.
Shepherd: Eh, 'tis that.
Tourist: You here on
holiday?
Shepherd: Nope, I live 'ere.
Tourist: Oh, good for you.
Uh...those ARE sheep aren't they?
Shepherd: Yeh.
Tourist: Hmm, thought they
were. Only, what are they doing up in the trees?
Shepherd: A fair question
and one that in recent weeks 'as been much on my mind. It's my considered opinion
that they're nestin'.
Tourist: Nesting?
Shepherd: Aye.
Tourist: Like birds?
Shepherd: Exactly. Birds is
the key to the whole problem. It's my belief that these sheep are laborin'
under the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe their be'avior. Take for
a start the sheeps' tendency to 'op about the field on their 'ind legs. Now
witness their attempts to fly from tree to tree. Notice that they do not so
much fly as...plummet.
<Baaa baaa... flap flap
flap ... whoosh ... thud.>
Shepard: Obsreve for example,
that ewe in that oak tree trying to teach her lamb to fly (sound effects) Talk
about the blind leadin’ the blind.
Tourist: Yes, but why do
they think they're birds?
Shepherd: Another fair
question. One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air. They
have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple act of perchin'. <Baaa baaa... flap flap flap ... whoosh
... thud.> As you can see. As for
Flight it’s body is totally unadapted for the problems of avaiation. Trouble is, sheep are very dim. Once they get
an idea in their 'eads, there's no shiftin' it.
Tourist: But where did they
get the idea?
Shepherd: From Harold. He’s
that sheep over there under the elm. He’s that most dangerous of animals, a
clever sheep. He’s the ring leader.
'e's realized that a sheep's life consists of standin' around for a few
months and then bein' eaten. And that's a depressing prospect for an ambitious
sheep.
Tourist: Well why don't
just remove Harold?
Shepherd: Because of the
enormous commercial possibilities if 'e should succeed.