A neat thing this morning, Fate seemed to summon the sheep in front of her, and instead of butting and charging at her, they all gathered in a semi-circle and seemed to listen as she gave them a speech of some kind. I know this wasn’t what was happening, but it sure looked like what was happening and the idea stuck in my head. What might she be telling them?

“Listen up, sheep, I’m six months old now, and getting bigger and stronger, and my eye is just coming in. Don’t be fooled by this blue eye, in a few weeks you’ll be doing push-up and standing on your heads for me. You’re my bitches, all of you, and you will do what I say or you’ll get a nip on the nose. Okay? Here’s what will happen. When I come for you, you will follow. When I tell you it’s time to leave the pasture, you will go. In the meantime, anyone who butts me or charges me will get a nip on the nose? Clear?”

The sheep seem to be nodding their heads. They look like they are getting it.