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A few years ago my dear friend Thelma passed away. She and I were the last sheep on the farm owned by a lovely senior citizen lady. Apparently I started crying non-stop and pacing around the pasture. The lady was beside herself with worry, so reached out to my new farm because she knew that I’d be happier here with other sheep. Truthfully, I’m a bit of a loner here and I’ve taken over the old “pig palace” and converted it into Sheila’s She Sheep Shed. It’s cozy and it’s all mine. Once in a while those hooligan angora goats use it as a pass-through (can’t they read? Girl sheep only!) but mostly I can lounge in it as I wish. I do enjoy Herbie the sheep’s company. I’m pretty old now, and only have one front tooth, but I I still absolutely love our dinners!
