The sheep had a traumatic experience yesterday. The person who came to let them out in the morning was an Evil Imposter who looked exactly like their normal ShepherdPerson except she was wearing a poncho of all things! All that loose, flapping fabric! I think the whole flock may need therapy now.
The poncho-wearing impostor was terrifying, and they were in no way overreacting when they all went sprinting out of the barn as fast as their hooves could carry them, jumping three to four feet in the air as they went by. Except Angel, who stood about 10 feet away staring at
me my evil doppleganger in horror and screaming at the top of her lungs. And Mira, who knew it was me and wasn’t fazed by the poncho, but freaked out anyway because she couldn’t figure out what everyone else was freaking out about.
I wasn’t expecting such a dramatic mass exodus, and I was a bit distracted at the time by the crack of a large number of sheep breaking the sound barrier on their way out (or possibly it was the crack of Will Scarlet misjudging his evasive maneuvers in the rush and crashing into a wall mid-leap, it was definitely one or the other) so they were all gone by the time I got my camera out.
I’d only grabbed the poncho in the first place because it was conveniently near the door when I realized it was cold outside. I remembered to wear my brown barn coat this morning, which made the sheep much happier. The barn coat is always tremendously popular, because it has many wonderful pockets that often contain treats, and it doesn’t change my shape much or flap ominously when I move, so they don’t question my identity when I’m wearing it. Once they’d sniffed at it a bit, they were able to set off towards breakfast at their usual subsonic pace.
“Whew, I’m glad we have the real ShepherdPerson back, and not that scary poncho-wearing impostor!”
Angel was born after warm weather had arrived this year, so she’d never seen the coat before. She was too excited about the many pockets to follow everyone else off to graze. The coat has four outer pockets, which combined with my jeans means eight pockets to be inspected!
“There was a ScaryFlappyPerson here yesterday! I need crunchies to recover!”
I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years, but at least I know as long as I have a large poncho I have a suitably scary costume ready if I end up needing one for some reason.