Sheep and life…


“I’m giving up acting.”

“Why?  It’s what you’ve always wanted to do.”

“Not any more.  Last year I stood on hay and bleated at a plastic doll in a wooden box all night while a flickering star flashed on and off until I thought I would faint.”

“We do suffer for our art.”

“I was thinking of taking up painting.  It could be my true calling.”

“One never knows until one tries.”

“I mean, I’m sure you didn’t grow up thinking you would be a writer.”

“I did not.  I spent a lot of time with my mom, frolicking in the pasture.”

“And look at you now.  Lecturing to other sheep, telling stories.  I think you’re wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s your next book going to be about?”

“I’m actually thinking about becoming a performance artist.”


“It offers so many opportunities and I won’t be alone thinking about the next sentence any longer.”

“What will you do?”

“I’m going to tie-dye myself and do hippy things, to bring back the Love & Peace era.”

“I was thinking more for Christmas.”

“Oh, yes, I’m going to dye myself green, wrap myself in lights, and be a tree.”


“I thought so.”

“Perhaps I’ll get a camera and become a photographer.  You can be my first layout.  After that we can use my photographs to make a book and you can write the text.”

“A partnership?”


“Perfect.  Let’s do it.”

“Life provides us with unlimited options.”

“Indeed.  Now get your camera.  I’m going to the dying shed.”

“I’ll bring the lights, as well.”



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4 Responses to Sheep and life…

  1. So adorable…this made me smile big time.

  2. Resa says:

    Hahaha! I’m reading baa ckwards!

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