The Interview…

Sheep, Livestock, Head, Winter Wool

“Is it true that when you were a lamb, you knew a girl named Mary?”

“Yes,” said the sheep.  “I knew a girl named Mary.”

“Did you follow her to school each day?” asked the interviewer.

“She was terrible with directions.  If I hadn’t been there, she would have gotten lost and then I would have had to go and find her.  It wasn’t worth it, so I just walked her to school.  That way I had the rest of the day to graze and hang out with my friends.”

“But wasn’t it against the rules for a lamb to be at the school?”

“Who makes up the rules?” asked the sheep.

“I’m not sure.  The School Board, I would imagine.”

“Sheep don’t recognize the School Board.”

“I see.”

“Sheep have their own rules.”

“It’s been said that you made the children laugh and cry,” said the interviewer, tapping his pen on the tablet he was holding.

“Seeing a sheep isn’t a big deal around here.  We’re everywhere.  The children, were probably laughing and crying at Mary.  She dances a lot.”

“Dances?”

“Yes. It’s where you move your feet and arms to a beat.  Dancing.  You do know what dancing is, don’t you?”

“She danced?”

“She was a free spirit.”

“So you weren’t responsible for making the children laugh and cry.”

“I don’t see how.  I just dropped her off and went back to the meadow.”

“I’ve noticed that your fleece isn’t as white as snow.”

“Depends on the light.”

“Where is Mary now?”

“She just graduated from college.”

“Do you still see her?”

“Of course.  We’re friends, why wouldn’t I see her?”

“You seem to be a nice sheep,” said the interviewer, putting away his pen.

“How many sheep do you know?”

“Uh,” he said, thoughtfully. “You’re the only one, actually.”

“Then you have nothing to compare me to.”

“That’s true, but you seem very nice.”

“Do you eat lamb chops?”

“I have to go,” he said, backing up.

“How about veal?”

The interviewer started running.

“Is your jacket made of wool?” asked another sheep, who was suddenly blocking his path.

The interviewer tried to get around the sheep, who was standing in his way, but more and more sheep were suddenly surrounding him.

In the end, no one heard him screaming.  That’s how it is in the country.  Lots of open spaces and places to dump a body.

After their work was finished, the flock went on their merry way and spent the day chatting and sunning themselves.  They were free roaming sheep, after all.  As for humans, Mary was the only one who knew where they roamed.

 

 

 

 

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26 Responses to The Interview…

  1. It’s good to finally learn the true story of Mary and the lamb as only you can tell it. Fabulous!

  2. Thank you. I made the assumption that everyone knew the story. 🙂 But it’s old and not true. 🙂 Oh well.

  3. equinoxio21 says:

    LOL 🤣
    Loved it.
    Thanks

  4. LOLOL BWAAAAhahahahah ok i didn’t see that ending coming, though i probably should have! ❤ ❤ ❤ it!

    and for the record i know the nursery rhyme as well….could also depend on where you live as well as age…

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