Miss West POV

The mother sheep Followed me Along the path picking up her Case As she Realized at a touching dissidents i was dissidents of her lam she let out a load She let out a low lately Which Echo around the paddock The sleeping lam Listed at her head Turns towards us Before turning back to her sleep As the Sheep got closer and closer I began to panic What she going to attack me Holding my breath I fose Decided the Sheep dodg  me Be tempted to her lam

Few that was a close call