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!