What if the animals in your life could talk? What would they say about you? Those questions inspired this story...
photo by ldyck
Sheep Choir
Hello there. Why are you h--? Oh, I know. You've come to buy yarn. Haven't you? Happy knitters sing the praises of our wool. Soft, they sing. Warm, they sing. Buy a skein or two. You'll be singing its praises too. We grow it ourselves, don't you know.
Go to the house and talk with Joyce. She'll be happy to help you. She's such a lovely woman, is our Joyce. She keeps us very happy here on the farm. We sleep in sweet, smelly straw. We have a few nibbles of grass. Have you ever tried grass? It's very good for settling the stomach. We like to roll in the clover. And Joyce doesn't mind one bit, but she does steer us away from anything stinky. She treats us very well indeed, does our Joyce. She's the salt of the earth. To entertain her, we girls have started a choir. It's very casual. All sheep can join, and lambs are more than welcome. Their voices are so sweet and innocent. Our neighbours often hear us practicing out in the field. Hit it, girls...
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool...
photo by ldyck
April on this blog...
This month I indulge my--and hopefully your--love of fiction.
April 20
Seashells (short story)
...about an "unexpected" gift
April 27
Finding Her (short story)
When you're lost, sometimes all you need is someone to follow.
Photo by Byron
Without a reader,
A writer's words mean
Nothing
photo by ldyck
Community Poetry Reading
Tuesday, April 15
at the Agricultural Society Hall
on Mayne Island
from 3 to 4:30 pm
