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“I’m not ready to give up performance art but the electric shock from the tree lights didn’t feel good, I can tell you that. And was what that odor? It smelled like something was burning.”
“You were burning but still, you made a great looking tree, for a few minutes.”
“Thank you. The wool on my hindquarters will look normal again soon. I hope.”
“I’m sure it will, so what will you do next?”
“I don’t want to give up. I mean, performance art serves a purpose. It’s immediate and political.”
“Everything is political.”
“That’s true but I can reach more sheep through this kind of art than I ever could through my books. A lot of sheep don’t even bother to learn how to read and they stop going to school far too early.”
“We need to make school fun. Perhaps you could do your art in the classroom, as well as in the meadow.”
“It’s a thought.”
“We don’t celebrate christmas anyway. We should make more of Sheepmas. Get special colored lights and make signs. We can do fun things for the lambs, they would love that.”
“Like the chicklets do at The Coop?”
“Exactly. You know how much we love their parties.”
“We can sing and dance and have ice cream.”
“Wonderful. Let’s make a list.”
“This is going to be great.”
“We can ask the chicklets to help us.”
“They would be happy to do that. We can also just go to their party and bring all the lambs with us.”
“That’s would be a lot easier and a lot less work.”
“We can go early and help the chicklets set things up.”
“I love their cornbread.”
“Holly makes some of it. She’s a poet, you know.”
“She’s a human too, which just goes to show that they also have skills.”
“So true. We don’t give them enough credit. Well, I’ll get in touch with the hens and see if they will have us.”
“You know they will.”
“I’m just being polite, since they invite us every year.”
“Baaa.”
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