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.