Randolph so enjoyed his trip to town. He hadn’t planned on going, but… the best laid plans of mice and men…
One never knows what surprises Fate might spring before the day is o’er. What a glorious day to go into town! The sky was blue. High up clouds raced in the heavens, but here on land there was the loveliest of breezes. Wind in the face was what Randolph enjoyed! And enjoy it he did all the way to town. As did his friends who were coming with him.
Once in town they were ready for the promised adventure. It was an unplanned mystery tour. Did I mention that Randolph was a sheep? He was unaware he was being taken to the slaughter house.
Weave a Web 
That was a sheep shot.
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Drown your sorrow at the baa.
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Shear madness
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I can see that I can’t pull the wool over your eyes.
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Yea but I’m feeling sheepish.
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We have an expression in New Zealand: “Rattle your dags” which means “Get a move on” or “Hurry up”. Dags are the sheep’s droppings that are stuck in the wool at the back of the sheep that rattle when the sheep runs. So “Rattle your dags” means “Move it!”
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You are always teaching me.
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I really should stop being such a terrible school mistress.
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maybe Randolph is a wolf, dressed in sheep’s clothing. he better let somebody know real fast…
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Too late! They do however have what is called a Judas Sheep. It’s the one that returns to the farm to lead the next lot up the ramp!
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I hope the other sheep never catch on, or it won’t end well for Judas…
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Well, they never need as many males in the flock…
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So I’ve found.
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Makes you wonder what doesgo through their minds!
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He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb so he opened not his mouth.
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OMG you are wrapped in scriptural references not quite but almost beyond my capabilities!
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Lolz. You’re welcome.
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This is a baaaaahd story.
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Thaaaaanks.
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Ay! The best laid plans of mice and men and sheep are slaughtered cheap.
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“Slaughter” is such a horrid word – almost onomatopoeic.
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You’re a baaaad man.
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What a lovely, breezy last day.
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It makes for a killing.
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