After Bapper left my place he had moved on to another one of Ken's friends. I must admit that I've wondered what became of him. Bapper was my buddy. When my car would pull up into the yard or he'd hear me outside he'd start baaaing for me. Hence the name Bapper. Bapper is a cool sheep. He used to scratch his forehead on Bella's teeth. He'd also lead the brigade of sheep back to wherever I happened to be standing in the field, only to stand and settle at my feet. No mowing me down from this guy. (He's a wether - meaning he's a fixed male.)
By the time the end of April rolls around I'll need to have some sheep that are not pregnant. I'm going to ask Ken if I can buy 3 of his wethers, Bapper being one of them. They say sheep can remember 10 different faces and can differentiate between anger and happiness, so I have to wonder if Bapper remembers me too.
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And OSCAR METTETAL?
She's a CANABLE is what we HEARR.
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You got the MOXIE.
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