Sitting in my shed, early on a cooler morning – enjoying the comfort of hot tea…
I noticed something odd among the cucumbers. In an earlier episode they were making a bid for freedom, off to explore the wider world…
This time I noticed…….an egg?
What had those over-enthusiastic cucumber plants been up to now?!
I leaned in closer…
They had kidnapped Shorn the Sheep!
( I know. I do know that that is the the most unoriginal name for a sheep. Half of the sheep in the country must be called that now. I tried to come up with something better, I really did. But every time he looked at me he was Shorn the Sheep – so eventually I gave up and accepted him just as he is.)
I originally thought to write this post in semi-tabloid style – you know what I mean,
‘Shock Horror Sinister Sheep Kidnapping’
( or should it be ‘Rustling’? But can a sheep rustle? Surely they are a bit too woolly?)
Then I thought about it.
There is enough sinister in this world.
And honestly, could you really call a food plant and a wooden toy sinister?
So I guess they were just having fun and got carried away…
Even so, Shorn does look a little bit shocked..
…. and perhaps a bit chilly…
So we wrapped him up warm and gave him a cuddle. A snuggle day with his friends.
That’s all most of us need in the end.
NB It as been pointed out to me that I have spelt ‘Shaun’ wrongly.
Please. Really? He only has wool left on the top of his head!!