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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 ?