| "There are sheep in the road!" she screamed. | | | | here to me." My daughters laughed at me when |
| "What?" I replied. With her voice ten octaves | | | | they heard what I had said to the sheep. But the |
| higher, my daughter Sarah yelled, "There are | | | | kid in me wanted to pet one of the sheep. The |
| sheep on the road!" Calmly, I retorted, "I don't | | | | sheep could have cared less if I had come all the |
| see any shee . . .p!" "Wow, that was a close one," | | | | way from America to pet them, let alone almost |
| I exclaimed as I slammed on the brakes. Sure as | | | | take their life away as I was mastering driving on |
| anything, there were sheep in the road. They | | | | the opposite side of the road. They stayed far |
| were really on the side of the road, but from | | | | back from the fence and barely gave me a |
| where my daughter sat, I guess they looked like | | | | glance. Moral of the story? Watch out for the |
| they were closer to the middle of the road. There | | | | sheep! I am sure you have heard about the |
| was a fold, (I guess you call them a fold . . . they | | | | sheep in Ireland. They are not storybook kind of |
| did in Biblical times). They had big x's painted on | | | | sheep where the shepherd is seen holding his |
| them. Pink x's. Blue x's. Someone we met | | | | staff in his hand. They are real honest to |
| explained that the color of the x's designated | | | | goodness sheep who rule the road. So, if you |
| what farm the sheep belonged to. | | | | don't want to be wearing a wool coat with an "x" |
| Sheep lover that I am, I stopped the car and I | | | | on it, go slow, and remember, "Sheep Rule. |
| begin to say softly, "Here, sheep. Come to over | | | | |