It's doing it again.
Stupid. Idiotic. Childish. These sheep just don't stop, do they?
Lately, I can be in the cheery-est of moods. Happy, smiling...
Then, it hits me in the head.
The sheep- black and white- suddenly ram into me. I can understand their baa-baa's of insult and misery. All while on break, while on break, while on break they strike me, hurt me, make me scream and yell-
And no one knows why. No one... knows.
Stupid, idiotic, childish, freaks of nature sheep.
Why did I want to count them?
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
