In this joint publication of insanity, I have decided finally to start writing about my actual action against the sheep.
Like today, when I ran into one. Yes, sheep are quite easy to spot in this urban island. I threw my arms in the air and screamed. Then I attacked it with umbrella. And I stabbed at the sheepy fluff as I used my umbrella as a foil. The sheep limped away, yelling that it would be back while I smiled triumphantly. I knew I was the victor of the battle. So did everyone else apparently, for as I walked down the street, people made passage for me, parting quite like the red sea. They looked at me in awe and wonder, and some tried not to make eye-contact (the poor things may have thought I was too heroic to look upon with mortal eyes, or some such twaddle). Then some guys in white jackets showed up and told me how great I was, and I told them about how I fought away the sheep, and they said, yeah, yeah you did. Now let’s give you some candy. And I said, I don’t want any candy, so go away, Men in uniform! And I ran and tripped and now I’m typing with my hands tied behind my back as some twit feeds me jello.
They’ll never learn the troglodytes. I’ll just break out again.
