Sheep: Fences and Beyond

The sheep jumped the fence.

He watched.

One

Another sheep jumped the fence.

He watched.

Two

A third sheep jumped the fence.

Three

Is it some sort of game?

Four

Where are they going?

Five

What is so important on the other side?

Six

Is it some sort of sheepish function?

Seven

Is there enough space there for them all?

An eighth sheep jumped.

He watched the seventh sheep.

I believe the word is gambolling.

Nine

The seventh sheep jumped another fence.

Two

This sheep is definitely going places.

The sheep jumped a third fence.

Three

This is a sheep with purpose.

Four

That’s a lot of fences.

Five

Those are very small plots.

Six

Who builds that many fences?

Seven

Must have been divided between many children.

Eight

That’s an energetic sheep.

Nine

It’s like a frog.

Ten

It’s almost like a bird.

Eleven

The sheep took flight.

It’s SuperSheep!

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…. FENCES!

There are no boundaries for SuperSheep.

SuperSheep has wool of steel…. STEEL WOOL!

He’s a giant ball of fluffiness zooming through the sky.

He’s like a cloud.

A very fast cloud.

A very fast cloud with a head and legs.

A cloud that says baa.

A baa that can cause earthquakes and make ewes swoon.

“I love you SuperSheep!” “Save me, SuperSheep!” they call.

“Save me from evil, from danger, from endless days of loneliness… and so on and so forth.” they cry.

SuperSheep is on a mission.

A mission to save Lois Lamb from the clutches of Less Wooler, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Less Wooler did not do his research properly. Less Wooler wears horrible cardigans.

SuperSheep is on a mission.

DUN dun dun DA dun dun. DUN dun dun DA dun dun.

SuperSheep is confronted with a gigantic hedge. It spreads as far and high as the eye can see.

It is no match for SuperSheep.

It was a long flight.

SuperSheep has a super appetite.

SuperSheep ate through the hedge.

Nomnomnomnomnom.

Tasty hedge.

SuperSheep had several ideas for recipes involving a hedge motif.

He will make Lois Lamb an exotic dinner and impress her with his ingenuity.

IF SHE SURVIVES!

DUNDUNDUN!

He must save her!

What if he is too late?

Will he never again hold her in his awkward, handless embrace?

He fondly remembers the time that he flew her to…

Focus SuperSheep!

SuperSheep might be super, but he has the brains of a sheep.
He is like a very fast fluffy cloud with a head, legs, a baa that can cause earthquakes and make ewes swoon, and a very daft expression.

SuperSheep zooms towards the sound of his beloved Lois Lamb baaing in fear.
She is terrified as Less Wooler has threatened to use her wool to make more horrible cardigans.

Why cardigans?

Then if time permits she might even be subjected to the pendulum.

Lois Lamb is afraid of becoming Lois Lamb-chops.

SuperSheep is on his way Lois Lamb!

SuperSheep is confronted by two crooks.

“You will never get past me,” Said the first crook.

The first crook was a tall hulking lump.

The second crook said nothing.

The second crook was a stick with a curved end.

It was brandished by the first crook. It did not like being treated that way, but it suffered in silence.

SuperSheep recoiled in shock.

Crooks were his weakness.

Not the tall hulking lumps, but the sticks with curved ends.

The crook used the crook to catch SuperSheep.

SuperSheep broke the crook and proceeded to beat up the other one.

These were not SuperCrooks.

The first was a mere human. The second was not made of muttonite.

SuperSheep has reached Lois Lamb.

Lois Lamb is hysterical.

She is about to become Lois Lamb-chops and a horrible cardigan.

Oh the insanity!

SuperSheep calms Lois Lamb by distracting her with some straw.

For some reason it is in a flamboyantly pink drink.

SuperSheep had taken a course once.

It is very efficient.

Lois Lamb’s brain is also that of a sheep.

“Oh no!  The pendulum! The cardigan! ... Ooooh pink!”

Lois Lamb has stopped struggling.

SuperSheep unties her and whisks her away from danger.

Less Wooler has an evil plan to destroy SuperSheep with muttonite, using Lois Lamb as bait.

However, he is currently distracted, his cardigan being rather itchy at the moment.

SuperSheep and Lois Lamb escape into the night.

The villain’s lair, like all self respecting lairs, recognised the presence of a superhero and self-destructed, a tad bit too late.

It is a widespread depressive condition. Evil Psychologists are working on a cure and spreading awareness in the hopes that someone might recognise a depressed lair and take timely action.

Lois Lamb is terrified of plunging to her death.

Sheep were not made to carry other sheep.

SuperSheep tries to distract her with plans for a romantic, exotic dinner involving a hedge motif.

This does not help much. Plunging is at hand.

The man continues to attempt to sleep as he watches and listens while past his window zooms terrified bleats, unconventional recipes and many, many other adventures that will soon fade into the night.

Responsibility

They watched. And they giggled.

They watched some more, and continued giggling.

Often they would burst out into uncontrollable hysterical fits of laughter.

Falling of their seats, rolling on the floor, gasping for air, banging their heads on all surfaces yet not feeling how much it hurt because they sides hurt far more from the constant humorous spasms.

Anyone who saw them would have thought they had gone mad.

Nothing could be that funny.

One of them had even died. His body could not survive the strain. But at least he died happy.

This had been going on for years. For centuries even.

They had a function to perform, a task that had been passed down from generation to generation. It was carried out diligently by so many. Many died from it. Many more went home forever changed.

It was not an essential task. It did not serve any great purpose.

But oh was it funny!

Far, far away, a number of astrophysicists gathered to present to each other the latest development in their field.

Some had made marvellous progress and helped further the human race’s understanding of the way the universe worked.

Some were just laughed at.

Everyday something new and wondrous was presented and everyday people were congratulated on the new insights they had shared with their colleagues and with the world.

They had a task to perform.

It was a body of knowledge that had been developed, modified, and contributed to over centuries.

It was an important study that they performed.

They helped further mankind’s understanding, and cause man to cross boundaries that he never could before.

It was a burden and responsibility they were glad to bear.

Far, far away they continued laughing.

They could not help it.

It was so funny.

They were grateful for their task.

It was a responsibility they were glad to bear, because it was hilarious!

“Hahahahahahahaha,” they laughed, “it’s all just so wrong!”

“I can’t believe this is still happening! You think someone would realize…. Hahahahahaha!”

“Its expanding? Hahahahaha! That’s ridiculous! It might explode! Hahahahahahahah”

“Haha! Flashing lights and mirrors! That’s all it really is! Flashing lights and mirrors! Haha!”

And though their laughter was loud, no one was around to hear it.

It did not escape their spaceships as they circled the earth, angling mirrors and projectors at observatories and satellites.

Astrophysicists would continue to share their knowledge with the world.

And they would continue to watch and laugh, until some else came to rescue them from their hilarious responsibility.