If you ask my daughters, they will tell you there is one thing I hate…….
Liars (as well as trotting downhill, wet cotton wool and the word “moist”).
These two little sheepy people are liars.
If they had pants, they would be on fire.
Not that they care and not that they wear pants.
(that I know of)
My fingers are in my ears and I am singing very loudly La-di-la at the thought of sheep in pants.
Anywho, this morning, Flossie was out the front door first to feed Albie his big breakfast.
To date, Floss has never fed anyone else.
A few minutes later, I went outside and met two poor half-starved sheeps close to death from starvation.
I asked Lambie and ‘Ster if they wanted brekkie and they put on their best winning smiles to say they had had nothing, so I fed them.
Meanwhile, Flossie was feeding Albie and all was well on that side of things.
Once finished Albie’s breakfast, Flossie went indoors. As a parting shot, Flossie mentioned that she had already fed Lambie and ‘Ster.
Words failed me. Little lying sheeps.
How could they? Based on their usual routine, they had told untruths through their bottom layer of teeth without any hint of moral verisimilitude,
I thought I had brought them up better than that.
Obviously not.
I found both Lambie and ‘Ster lying down digesting and cudding looking as if they were about to burst.
I refused to feel sorry for them.
I hope this doesn’t become a habit.
Sadly, as Muzzah, I know these two sheepie people will try to repeat their actions as it means double breakfasts.
Darling little Boysenberries – I love them very much.
But I also know them very well.
Little liars with combustible underwear!
