Take With A Pinch Of Salt

Mrs Jones is the owner of quite a few cats...well they are needed see, to catch the mice and rats ! The barn where the hay and feed is kept for Hercules and others, makes a rather cozy place out of the wind and rainy weather for the little furry creatures as well as free food for them, so it does.

Garfield, Molly, Tabby and Felix

The names of just a few of the cats we have on the farm are, Felix, Garfield, Tabby and Molly. 

Mrs Jones has a favourite cat, the one called Molly. Molly says she is exempt from catching vermin as she says it's  'beneath' her...whatever that means ! She likes nothing better than stretching out and lying around in the sun. Her favourite hobby besides eating is...reading the newspaper. Well I don't know whether to believe her or not ? Mrs Jones allows Molly to live in the farmhouse. The other cats have to make do with living outside. Whats wrong with living outside ? They have the barn and the stables to hunt in or lie around in out of the rain. The rain is no problem for us sheep. No we're not soft.

She says she reads the news

Oh here comes Molly now. I walk a few steps towards her.

"Hello Molly," baa's I, "What are you up to today then ?"

"Just the usual," she meows, "a bit of this and a bit of that. She sit's and licks her paws, I know she is itching to tell me more...and sure enough she meows, "Did you see all the mice I caught last night ? The Mistress was very pleased with me."  

Now I knows and you knows that Molly's stretching the truth here because I'll let you into a little secret see. Last night me and a few of the girls were up by the gate watching the proceedings of the other cats bringing their 'kills' to Molly, who picked them up and dropped them at the farmhouse door.

Whatever favours she gave them in return...I couldn't really say. But there is something definitely fishy here ! In the morning Mrs Jones praises Molly when she sees all the little dead bodies lined up...but she doesn't touch them. No she doesn't !

All in a row

It seems that Farmer Jones has the job of...disposing of the bodies. I've seen him tossing them in the muck pile so I have.

Molly gets up, flicks her tail a time or two and walks off back up to the top gate and squeezes underneath with ease. 

Fly runs over to Molly and I can't bear to watch! Molly spits at Fly, thrusts out a paw with claws out and goes for his nose. He'll never learn.  

So what's the point of me telling you all this I hear you say ?

Well the point is...you can't believe everything a cat tells you ! I heard Mrs Jones once say that she takes everything with a pinch of salt ! I think it's something like this salt lick that Hercules has....so I do.

Amazing Grace

Come and meet our Grace, the smut faced sheep. She's a bit shy, but she has an E-N-O-R-M-O-U-S talent so she does. We didn't really know about this talent until....
One day it went around that Physco Simon off 'Wales Got Talent', was coming to Dingley Dell. He was desperate to fill requirements for his T.V. show, so it seems.
Megan said she was going to do some magic tricks and ran off to look in the barn where she had stashed a box full of tricks. Then Anwen and Haf went off to practise their tap dancing on an old sink in the out-building where Mr Jones sometimes brews his beer. Cati said she would sing and surely get through to the finals. Grace disappeared into the farmhouse where we heard noises coming from the study where Mrs Jones also does her mending and sewing. Prrrrrrrrr prrrrrrr, thats what I heard and it wasn't no cat!.
Dingley Dell Village Hall was where the auditions were taking place. We couldn't all go as Farmer Jones would think rustlers had been if he came to check up on us. This would take some organising as Farmer Jones was in the wood just behind our field with Gyp the young pup who if you remember had taken Mrs Jones hand mirror and dumped it at the bottom of the field where the big thistle was, so she had.

The wood where Foxgloves grow.

Well now it seemed he was training her in the woods just beyond the bottom of our field. Something about truffles I had heard him saying to Mrs Jones. You dig them up once you've found them apparently. Although I like mine out of a chocolate box, see.
Anyway that's besides the point.
To get to the village we was hoping to use the trail in the woods where we have the most beautiful foxgloves growing (that's why the farm is called Foxglove Farm). It leads all the way down to the village. Eventually...I thought of a plan. Squeezing under the floppy bit of fence at the bottom of the field, like, and with a stone or two, a twig and elastic band converted into a catapult, some of the girls get ready to run. Next we spy Farmer Jones and Gyp and Haf gets a well aimed shot at Gyp, who yelps with surprise and tears off further into the woods with...guess who. Yes Farmer Jones. So all's clear and we hurriedly make our way down to the village hall. 
When us girls get there, Hercules was already doing his party bit. He was singing Mule Train, and every time he came to the whip noise in the song, he improvised by hitting himself over the head with an old metal tray ! Listen...
Mule train, yeah, yeah.
clippetty-clopping over hill and plain.
Seems as how they'll never stop.
Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,
clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along........and so on!
It made us giggle. I think he over did it because he almost knocked himself senseless so he did. Physco Simon hid his head in his hands and lamented, ' Get that stupid horse off NOW '.

Pointer a pointing 

Waiting for Chico to do......?

The Pilkingtons (who owned the adjoining farm to ours), well their dog a German Short Haired Pointer (gun dog to you and me), was buzzed off as he only pointed see. And little Chico the Chihuahua sort of froze...sitting on his cushion, so we didn't know what he was going to do. The 'twin' Shetland ponies sang about pulling a glass carriage for

Itsy & Bitsy

Cinderella, almost in tune. Then our Megan entered the stage with a fez on her head. She did some magic tricks but, Megan's tricks went all wrong just like that. We watched the acts as one by one they came onto the stage. Cati sang her little heart out but got buzzed off.
Anwin and Haf chickened out, sort of, think you call it 'stage fright'.
And then it was the turn for Grace to come on. Ahh, so that's what she was making, a beautiful pink tutu, and to our

Roses were thrown for an outstanding performance !

amazement she could dance and gave a very good rendition of 'The Sugar Plum Fairy'. Flowers were thrown onto the stage and the audience clapped loud and long.
'I'll let you know.' sighed Physo Simon.
Well we thought she was great! "That's amazing Grace." we all baa'rd. Well us sheep did anyway. Back home all of us girls related to the others what a grand time we had and Grace danced for the rest of the sheep until she fell down exhausted, so she did

Ramasees The Ram

Luv'ly day isn't it. Just breathe in all that fresh Welsh air. The suns a shining, there's a gentle breeze a blowing everthing is...just luv'ly, so it is. Whats even better to my mind is...today's the day that Ramasees the ram comes to stay with us for a month or so. He has very important business to do. Here comes the trailer now. We girls poke our noses as far through the gate as we can to get a better look. Farmer Jones and another man help Ramasees to get his crayon thingy strapped to his belly.

Let's start with yellow

"Looks like a bloomin' medal, so it does." says Bronwyn, pushing through to the front of the gate. Bronwyn is my best friend, so she is.
Gwladus bleats in my ear, "Wonder what colour he's wearing this year ? I hope it's pink."
"Don't be stupid." says I, "we had that colour last year so we did. I hope it's purple like that thistle in the hedge at the bottom of the field." 
"Baa-Argh! Oh no it's plain yellow look you," baa's Snowdrop. 
Ramasees the ram looks awfully pleased with himself no matter what colour he's wearing this year!
Farmer Jones whistles Fly to move us sheep away from the gate. So reluctantly we sheep go running off, but not too far, to the corner of the field like, and Farmer Jones allows Ramasees to go through the now open gate, into the field where we are.

"Hi girls," smirks Ramasees, "Who wants to be first ?"
All we girls can do is giggle like...like a flock of silly sheep, see.
Myfanwy saunters up to him and lisps,"Remember meeffth." and flutters her eyelashes at him. She continues, "I doofth so like your hornsffh. Sowffth huge anffth curley.

I'm all yourffth--(yellow arrow points to little black book!

"How can I forget you erm, Myfanwy isn't it ?" He looks in his little black book. It is full of names. "Ah! yes you speak very..."
"Eloquently."interrupted Myfanwy.
"I was about to say, how can I put it, different, from the others here." noted Ramasees winking his eye at her.
Seems she's ready for love, so off they go to the bottom of the field for a bit of hanky-panky. Oh! here they come back now thought I. That was quick!
Next we see Ramasees whispering into Grace's ear. Grace later told me he was whispering sweet nothings or such ? Oh well, that's another one who's fell for his charms, but I won't, so I will.
"Help, I'm going weak at the knees."exclaimed Angel. Yet another sheep succumbs to Ramses's charms.
There, leaning on the gate is Farmer Jones and his long-suffering wife. I hear Farmer Jones say to her, "Should get some nice lambs in about 5 months don't you think dear?"

There he was...GONE!

And so it goes on like this for another month, until every ewe had a crayon mark on their backs, so it did. Hang on. Not everyone had the same colour on their back. Some had yellow, and when the colour ran out there was orange and others had blue. I turned to look at my luv'ly blue mark on my back. 
"Who's next ?" grinned Ramasees.
But there are no more takers up on his offer. Not here anyway. I hear Farmer Jones saying "he's done his job"...whatever that was as I didn't see him doing much.
Well one morning we saw Ramasees back end going through the gate and back into the trailer he had come out of...and there he was...GONE!...so he was.

Mirror Image

Gwyneth talks to new sheep

A strange thing happened in the field where we were grazing the other day. I was trimming the clover at the bottom of the field when I came across this new sheep. She had a grey head much like mine...well she did looked familiar but I couldn't recall for sure like. So after introducing myself and waiting for a reply (I'm sure she spoke while I was talking), this new sheep gave me a blank stare. Perhaps she's shy I thought so I did. So I told her, come and join us at the top of the field, you're most welcome. As I walked off I could see without turning my head round that she was walking too...but in the opposite direction. Not very friendly I thought.
I'll go and tell Bronwyn, perhaps this new sheep will respond to Bronwyns pleasant personality...not that you could call me unpleasant, oh no! I can tell you I am one of the easiest to get along with sheep in the flock or so I thought. "Hey Bronwyn," I bleated to her, "there's a new sheep down at the bottom of the field by that big thistle in the hedge. She's much like me, go and see if you can make friends and get her to come up here for a chat."...so this is what happened...let me take you back to that day..........

Looks more like me says Bronwyn

"I'll go and look." Says Bronwyn. So off goes Bronwyn. A short while later Bronwyn comes back. "She walked off the other way with me too...by the way, I think you got it wrong Gwyneth, she looks more like me so she does."
"Don't talk daft" I replied in an hoity-toity way. "Hey Snowdrop, come here a bit luv." So I tells her the same as I had told Bronwyn to go down to the bottom of the field where the big thistle is growing in the hedge and see if she can persuade the new sheep to come and join us.
Snowdrop comes back..."Well I think you'll all wrong so I do, the new sheep looks more like me! In fact, you could easily mistake her for my twin."
"Ah! Rubbish." retorts I, getting rather uncomfortable with it all. So all of us sheep about 50 of us (well I'm not too good a counting so I'm just guessing the numbers here), we took it in turns to go and see the new sheep at the bottom of the field by the big thistle growing in the hedge...if she's still there that is.

She's a very good mimic baa'rd Grace

Grace, the smut-faced sheep reported back to me, "She's a very good mimic. Every time I wink at her she winks straight back. But...she's more like me you know, she has a smut-face."

Angel, another sheep races up to me and she said that the new sheep is like her...pure white with blue eyes (this is very unusual for a sheep...to have blue eyes!)
Gwladus, (in English this would be spelt Gladys) strolled up to me and proclaimed, "Well I never in all my born days," she gasped " After trying to engage the new sheep in idle chit-chat, she just kept answering me back quicker than a flash...but I couldn't catch any of her words. She spoke so fast that when I had finished talking, so had she! By the way...you are ALL wrong, the new sheep looks like me so she does.

Well I never ! exclaimed Gwladus

Now for all of you who have not met Gwladus, she is like me, but black where my grey is.
"Myfanwy," I interjected (and for all those who do not understand the last word...that means I interrupted as she was talking to Snowdrop).
"What is it Gwyneffth dear." a lisped reply came. We do not joke about Myfanwy's lisp see...well not much.
"Go and see once and for all the new sheep and make friends and bring her up to the top of the field. You are the last resort!
Myfanwy came back and went on,"Now don't be angrffth with me but she walked away. She wrinkled her nose up as she went 'cauffth I saw her as I was returning so I ditffh, and by the way Gywneffth, I don't know whats wrong with the other sheeffth eyesight as I saw a brown headed sheeffth with white tips on her ears and a white bloffth on her nose."

Ahhh! much like you  Myfanwy

"Ahhh! much like you then. But we can't be ALL right ? I concluded. Just then we sees Mrs Jones. She must of walked passed us, so I follows her...all the way down to the bottom of the field...looking everywhere like she'd lost something or was that looking for something ?

Mrs Jones's dressing table  mirror

She bends down next to the big thistle and picks up a...object...and I hear her say, "So that's where that naughty puppy put you down, " I've found my mirror dear." she shouts to where Farmer Jones is standing by the top gate. Well she looked pleased anyway. She looks in the thing...what was it she called it ? Mirror, yes that's it...M I R R O R. 
Well I bet she can see the new sheep in that! We never found that sheep again. Wonder what happened to it ?

We Luv Gardening Too

This Is Mrs Jones. I feel sorry for Mrs Jones as she has a lot to put up with. So to relax she loves to get In her garden. I hear

Mrs Jones

Farmer Jones say she is a natural and has green fingers ? Well I'm sorry but they look normal to me. Though our colour vision is not as well-developed as it is in humans...so who knows !  As I look side ways through our field gate...I must say here that we sheep have excellent peripheral vision and can see behind without turning our heads. However, we have poor depth perception. That means we cannot see immediately in front of our noses and some of our vertical vision may also have been sacrificed in order to have a wider field of vision. For example, it is doubtful that us sheep would be able to see something in a tree from close up, but I can see the front of the farmhouse...be it a little off center.
To get back to the point...there is another gate attached just to the left of the farmhouse. Apple trees stand just inside the gate with a worn grass path that leads around to the back of the farmhouse. And that is where Mrs Jones has a small vegetable plot she cul-ti-vates,( I broke that word up as you might find it hard to say so you might). Where is all this going I hear you say ? 
Well Hercules just luvs apples so he does. Ah, I can see your cogs working now. It just so happens, like, that Hercules is very clever at opening gates. He's not daft ! When he opens the gate, it gives us girls chance to squeeze through the gap at the corner of our field see, and through the gate he's just opened. He leans hard, so he does, on the trees and sometimes kicks them to make the apples fall. Oh, here he comes now...yes he's opened the gate...and begins to eat the fallen apples first.
With tools in our feet and mouth that were formally hidden under the hedge, some of us sheep make a quick dash to the vegetable plot. It's our turn to help poor Mrs Jones. The grass over here tastes nice too. Snowdrop said it tastes better on the other side where the grass is greener.
"I'm very glad to help out." Bleats Bronwyn. She gets to grips with pulling the long grass out with her teeth. Well she has to fill her 'four-chambered' stomach. Bet you didn't know that, but we sheep chew the cud.

Gwyneth, Bronwyn and Snowdrop

I gets to grips with a fork and trowel I brought over. I start to perspire a little under all this wool. "Boyo!" I exclaim,"This is hard work." But I continue on and get all the weeds out...shearing time will come soon. Time passes.
"So, where is everyone ?" baa's Bronwyn.
"I heard Mr Jones say he was off to inspect his cornfields this morning," replies myself "and Mrs Jones said she was off to the library to exchange her books and meet up with her sister for coffee and a chat in town."
"That will be at Cheswicks the coffee shop then I expect,"added Snowdrop, "Or I do believe you can get coffee from the library...and a snack of some sorts."
"There, I think we're done for the day." This is said by Grace, the smut-faced sheep.
I must say that Farmer Jones helps out Mrs Jones when he is not too busy, but not a lot and not often, NO.

A Rare Occasion...with  Farmer Jones helping

His way of relaxing is listening to classical music, watching the telly,(channel hopping...often) and generally just...lying around the place ! He works so hard, not !
Time to make our way back to the field. Hercules is still here...by the trees...resting. Don't worry...he can close the gates too! "Better get back." I mumble to Hercules," You don't want to miss out on your tea."
I hear Hercules close the gate and clip clop back to his field. We girls push through the small gap in our field...and soon...everything is back to...how it should be...so it is!

A Load Of Bull

Morning all. Gwyneth here. Isn't it a lulv'ly day ? I have another story to tell from deep in the heart of the village called Dingley Dell. Just to make it clear, this farm where I live in the middle of Wales is called Foxglove Farm. And on this farm we have hens, horses, dogs, various cats and besides us sheep and wildlife. Bet you thought I was going to break out into song (e-i-e-i-o), and I bet you thought only sheep lived here. Perhaps you will meet some of them in time.This time my story involves Farmer Jones and a certain enterprise he was about to

Farmer Jones

undertake...or not ? Farmer Jones is NEVER without his flat cap, on head or in hand...and maybe in his pocket sometimes. The reason I tell you this will become clearer later.
Well as I was saying like, one day I overheard him talking to Mrs Jones, (Oh what a nice kind lady she is), he said "We need to diversify, we are only just keeping our heads above water, (whatever that means ?) a milking cow would be a good money spinner don't you think my dear ? We could use the milk to pour over our breakfasts and to put in our tea. And I'm sure there would be a little left over to sell on the market"
Well Mrs Jones is a long-suffering woman so she is and knows it's a lot easier to agree with him then to disagree. I hear her muttering under her breath something like 'another brain dead idea'. Wonder what she means by that ?
Next Livestock Sale Day comes around. Off goes Farmer Jones in his dark red jeep-thingy pulling a trailer and leaving a trail of belching diesel smoke behind, excuse me while I have a coughing fit....cough!  splutter! cough!. Time to get the girls together and tell them what I've heard. Now us sheep worry that if this new enterprise takes off, perhaps Farmer Jones will sell us, as fleeces are not fetching the best prices at the moment. I do not care to mention what other things us sheep and lambs get sold for, so I wont mention it see...but I can tell you that MINT is not my favourite herb!
Oh, I can hear Farmer Jones coming back now, I'll just move by the gate so as I can see what's happening like. He unloads the trailer and Mrs Jones comes out. I hear her talking to her husband. "That's no cow." She says keeping her distance."You're right there my dear but I was told money was to be made in hiring out this marvelous beast for stud work" smiled Farmer Jones pleased with himself, " It's a bull !"
"I can see that, but, that's what you do with horses my love. Today cows get artificially inseminated I don't think you've thought this through properly. Besides, It's going to cost us a lot to give the beast the correct diet it will need to do it's job."
Farmer Jones takes his cap off and scratches his head, then puts it back on. After some Erumping, (making a noise like a dull trumpet with his mouth) blowing out of cheeks and such, he looses bull into field next to us, then follows Mrs Jones into the farmhouse for his tea.Time to make plans with the girls as we don't want any bull charging around field next to us and eating our beautiful grass and clover, so we don't!
"So, this is what we'll do then," I whispered to rest of sheep, "We'll bribe Shep," one of the farm dogs as he, unlike Fly (Fly smells) gets to go in the farmhouse.

Take this towel Shep

"I managed to...borrow this hand towel from Mrs Jones washing basket," I tells Shep, "I need you to gently place the end of it in Farmer Jones back pocket leaving most of it trailing see."
"I can do that, I can do that." barks silly Shep. Oh, He's not very loyal...for a biscuit or two Bronwyn managed to steal...oops meant borrow from the biscuit tin, seems Shep will do anything! Shouldn't leave the back door open. Anyone could get in without anyone knowing.
Well all went to plan, Shep put the end of the towel into the pocket leaving the rest trailing. Farmer Jones got up from the chair, headed for the field to go and look at his bull. At this point I must say that the wind had blown up a bit like. We sheep stand in our field where we can get a good look at bull in next field. We see Farmer Jones pass the bull and carry on to check the opposite end of the field where a stump was leaning over. "Don't want bull gettin' out." I hears him say...

Chased by the bull

Suddenly bull goes charging at Farmer Jones, Farmer Jones runs faster and faster like. We laugh, only it comes out in baa's...baaa, baaa, baaaaaa. The red towel is doing it's job. Farmer Jones's cap blows off and lands, with bull trampling over it. Farmer Jones manages to get out the field minus his cap. We have NEVER seen him without his hat he looks so funny. Next day farmer Jones sold his bull...once more restoring peace!...so it did.

To Bangor Or Not!

Didn't we have a luvl'y day the day we went to Bangor ? Well no we didn't. We probably would of done if we had actually got there...only the charabanc (you pronounce this word as Shara-bang) that's an old name for a coach...well it was an old one come to think of it, broke down didn't it. You see, Farmer Jones had gone out for the day to a Farmers Market, so I thought it a good idea if we sheep had a day out of our own.
I says to rest of us sheep in field, "Why don't we go out for the day too". So we got together in a huddle in corner of the field and had a little think.
After some de-liber-ra-tion, I broke that word up as it's a rather long word for a sheep...the white sheep, her name is Snowdrop, came up with the idea of going to the seaside. Snowdrop said "I know, why don't we go to Bangor." 
So we all took a vote and it was decided that's what we would do.
We meandered over to the charabanc pushing our way through a hole in the hedge to get to it. First we had to evict the hens and clean it up a little...okay, who's kidding so it was a lot as it had only been used as a hen house from as long as I can remember. 

We cleaned it up see !

Now all that was left to do is to work out how to get one's sheep-feet to touch the pedals. Some sheep suggested taking some old logs and tying them to someones feet, but In the end we all decided that it would take three of us to drive the charabanc. One to steer it, one to work the pedals and one to move the gear stick through the gears. See we weren't silly sheep 'cause we had it all worked out like.
Snowdrop was to push the button to start the engine up as she was going to steer, I would work the pedals and Bronwyn took control of the gear stick...simple!
"Come on girls move down the charabanc and watch out for that hole in the floor."
No sooner i'd said the word when...lots of sheep shrieks came from Myfanwy who had in-ad-ver-tent-ly (another long word), slipped on her bottom and gotten half her body and back feet stuck through the hole.
"If we leave her in that hole will we be able to go faster ?" laughed Grace, pointing to poor Myfanwy.
Pulling a face Myfanwy shook her...loose feet at Grace and bleated, "You rotters, you'd better not."
"I can tell you it took four of us to pull her out from the top while from underneath another four was pushing. She was a little shaken but not stirred, so she said.
"Are we there yet ?" Came a chorus of bleats and sighs.
Well we hadn't moved a fraction so it was a bit silly to reply to that to say the least.
"Start the engine." I baa-rd. Nothing happened. So we got

Hercules came to help

Hercules the cart horse to give it a kick and it started rolling down the steep lane, picking up speed. Then as best I could, I worked the pedals, Bronwyn yanked at the gear stick and Snowdrop put her front feet on the steering wheel and steered it down the lane towards the main road. 
"What does that mean, that writing on the road ?" baa-rd Snowdrop.
I got up from the bottom of the charabanc where I was working the pedals to have a look, just for a second like. "It says Araf !" says I " That means slow!"
"oooOOOooo !" exclaimed all the sheep all at once. Quite impressed they was as I could read...well only a bit but I'm not telling see.
Faster and faster we went. The charabanc made an awful

Innocent as sheep

racket, skidded into the hedge and came to a halt just before the main road, which was a good job. We all got out fast and trotted back up the lane, squeezed through the gap in the edge and well that was that...wasn't it. I can tell you, Farmer Jones got a terrible shock when he saw what had happened. We pleaded ignorance, which wasn't hard for some of us to do and carried on just chewing on the grass and looking...innocent you could say.

Away Fly

Hi i'm Gwyneth

Well then, here we are at Dingley Dell, deep in the heart of Wales. Luvl'y isn't it ! My name is Gwyneth. Farmer Jones owns this farm along with 1000 acres. All good pasture for us sheep I particularly like the clover. Makes my mouth dribble just thinking about it. Farmer Jones or Mr Jones if you like, well he has many names cause I hear other people call him so I do, he also grows corn in 4 large fields just over yonder valley...well it could be more only I can only count up to how many feet I have see. 
One day I was out with the girls about 50 of us altogether in this field, ( just guessing the number ) minding our own business we was, when Fly one of the sheepdogs comes bounding in the field over to where us sheep were. He slunk to the ground eyeing us, tongue lolling out to one side and panting away. What would you do then ? Well I could see that Farmer Jones wasn't with him, so I goes over to him.
 "What you want then boyo ?" says I stamping one of my front feet and shaking my head. But I don't go to near to Fly as he has bad breath. I told him before that he should see about it like, but Fly doesn't like vets. Neither do I come to think of it. Anyway Fly told me that he was practicing for that programme that comes on the telly, 'One man and his dog', sheepdog trials so he said.
"Don't be so silly" I says, "you need Farmer Jones to whistle commands and shout them out, otherwise how will you know where to herd the sheep ?"
"I know what to do. I've watched it on telly loads of times," he says.
"It's one thing watching, it's another actually doing." Interrupted Bronwyn who had ambled up along-side me.

Bronwyn ambled along side of me

Bronwyn is one of my best friends. I didn't see her coming up as I was con-cen-trat-ing like. Ooo thats a long word for a sheep, so I broke it up in to pieces like.
"And what would you know about it ?" barked Fly.
"Well I took part in it didn't I !  I can tell you, us girls had those dogs look stupid when we missed the gate," baaaa ! bleated Bronwyn.
"Ooh, away with yer." growled Fly.

Fly, doing 'Away'

"No, away with you." me and Bronwyn bleated. So stupid dog turned anti-clockwise didn't he.
"Ah! You can't catch me out with that one, you gave me the command my master uses when he wants me to circle out to my left...away or away to me he says." retorted Fly.
"Don't know what you mean." sniggered Gwyneth and Bronwyn. "anyway it worked it just did."
"Well I have business to attend to, I think I heard my master call me." And with that Fly sped off in the direction he came.
"That's right, go scratch," bleated both sheep with faces of conceit. "We must get on with business of our own." 
And that's what we did. Me, Bronwyn and...a load of other sheep...see!