The Sheep Queen


“You see, Nova? Everything the light touches is our queendom.”

“Wow, everything the light touches!”


“What about that shadowy place?”

“That’s beyond our borders. You must never go there, Nova.”


“She’s absolutely right! A ram pen is no place for a young princess!”*

“A what pen? Whoa! Hey Neo, I just heard about this really cool place…”

*Note: I don’t actually think Auntie Duchess is scheming to commit regicide and take over the flock. She may well be planning to help the boys break out, however. I would not put it past her at all.

My brain does really strange things early in the morning. Especially when I haven’t had my tea yet and the first thing on my agenda is getting medicine into a wriggling, fussy ewe lamb who just can’t wait to be queen. I have a disturbing notion that I might be the prissy majordomo in this extended movie metaphor…

They hadn’t been out long before they all came running back in. I’d just refilled the salt feeder and they were all about to die of mineral deficiency. No they weren’t, but they thought they were. Neo tried to jump the line by hiding behind Nova, hoping Princess wouldn’t notice him.


“Hey! What do you think you’re doing over there, you little hoodlum?”

She noticed.

Once everyone had gorged on salt mix, they headed back out “for real”. They like to graze in the early morning when it’s still cool.


“OK everybody, move out! We’ve only got all day!”

Princess, of course, will graze any time and all the time, whether it’s cool or not. Going out in the morning, eating all day, then coming back in to sleep at night is her circle of life.


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