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C’mon, c’mon, stop looking at me.

You can’t look at me, either.

Now you’re both looking at me! Stop it!

There you go. Almost there….

Good enough. Let’s try something else.

Profile, Mr. Dorset.

Profile, Mr. Suffolk.

You’re kinda the scary one, aren’t you?
Don’t look at me like that. This is important. I’ve got something for you when we’re done.

C’mon!!!!

Get it together!

Not that together!
You can do it. You’ve got Olympic gold medalists written all over you!

There you go.

Now to the left.

A 10! A perfect score!!!!

You could crack a smile. You guys could use a sense of humor, you know.
What did the cloned sheep say to the other sheep? I am ewe.

Did you think you were going to get a real medal? I’m sorry. This is all I’ve got.

Wait! I’ve got more! Well, not more like a medal. Forget that!
When a sheep is rammed, does it become ewes’d?

There were these two sheep, see, and one of them walked into a baaa–

ACK!!!!! Baaa-bye!!!!
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She quickly told him, “We’ll that aint gonna happen, we are all out of bread!”
Your posts remind me so much of the humor and times we had on the mountain when I was a kid.
Keep up the great work,
Matthew
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They worked hard for that medal…..where’s the cookies?!!
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There aren’t very many sheep where I live (SW Iowa). We mostly have cows
, corn, and beans. There are a lot of
deer, foxes, and rabbits here as well. (they like crossing the road at the wrong times though,
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I’m glad you are having fun!!
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Are your animals and chickens warm enough?
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So again, Suzanne and Georgia, thank you from the bottom of our warm little tummies.
xxoo
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You are the best.