Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I Was There On The Night He Was Born (A Sheep's Tale)

My name is Fluffer. I'm a sheep from around 2011 years ago, and my shepherd is horrible with names. It's not very shocking, though, seeing that his name is Kevin Doobler. But enough about that. Let me tell you a story. One night, I was up at the pasture with Baason (another of Kevin's name-victims) and Kevin himself. Nothing ever really happened in my life until that night. I was quietly chewing a piece of grass when suddenly, a blinding flash made me choke on and throw up the grass. My eyes were bad enough already. I saw a golden, flying, person singing to the paralyzed Kevin and almost screamed. The whatever-it-was pointed towards a star, and I became blind (almost). Kevin began walking towards the star and I followed him. Eventually we came back to my stable-except there were many strange people in it! I quickly galloped to the manger to get a quick snack-but there was someone already in the manger! There were other shepherds surrounding it, and dudes in gold crowns too. There was even a funny little chap tapping on a little wooden drum. Only after this scene back in my stall did I hear what had happened. I never get let in on things. But then, who talks to sheep?

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Fluffer. What an amazing moment to witness. I can't even imagine what it would be like.
    P.S. Have you seen this movie? I have been meaning to share it with Louis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRtKAQJUc3g