The same little sheep that didn’t want to go to bed last night was equally reluctant to wake up this morning. Not that I blame her, I almost crawled back into bed myself when I looked out and saw all that snow.
“The sun is too bright! The snow is too cold! I’m still sleepy!”
“Can I have breakfast in bed?”
But if I drag myself out there in the cold to feed sheep breakfast, the least they can do is drag themselves out to eat it.