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wednesday 2 february 2005

50. The sheep

Last year, at school, I went on "classes vertes" in a farm specially equipped for discovering life at the countryside. Three days without daddy and mommy, who 'm guessing enjoyed the chance to rest a little. It was great... except for a little incident which profoundly marked me.

We were visiting the farm animals to feed them : horses, chickens, pigs ... and sheep.
Already I'm not very frank, or even attracted to daddy's dog, let alone other animals, I couldn't care less about them (except horses). But ok, since I had to obey my teacher, I went through the whole tribulation.
Once in the sheep stable, I was sat down on the hay near the animals. Moment chosen by a large animal to bleat right into my ear. Needless to say I jumped in the air ... and a cryinf fit ensued.
For at least two or three months, it was the centerpiece of all my conversations :
"Sheep ! You can't do Beeee !" -"But you ( = I ) musn't be afraid of sheep, they are nice!" - "Beeee... Little sheep, you want your mommy, little sheep ?" - "You musn't cry sheep..."
etc...

And since then, my imitation of the bleating of the animal is perfect... To the point I correct those who stupidly go "beeee" ( "cocorico"-style )
(the picture attached is from that trip : they are vanely trying to introduce me to a lamb to reconcile me with sheep and not be afraid anymore).

picture:
Lou et le mouton
By Luc Boland :: mercredi 2 février 2005 at 19:14 :: My own world :: #70 :: rss


Your comments

It's ok, I don't like sheep either!

jeudi 3 février 2005 at 14:28, comment from Amber :: email :: site :: #
 

Lou, how frightened you must have been! I would love to hear your sheep imitation though. Maybe daddy could put some sound bites on here so we can all hear you go "beee". Have a good day, little Lou.

jeudi 3 février 2005 at 15:17, comment from stephie :: email :: site :: #
 

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