Fleeced !

Hello there, Gywneth here and a very good afternoon too you all from Foxglove Farm in Dingley Dell, deep in the heart of Wales.

I have excellent hearing

It's a lovely spring day, sun is out but cool as a sprightly breeze is blowing across our field. Clover is growing nicely though. Ooooo I do like my clover, so I do.
Oh! did you know that sheep have excellent hearing. They can direct their ears in the direction of a sound. Sound arrives at each ear at slightly different times, with a small difference in amplitude. 
 I can hear my best friend, Bronwyn, munching her way up to me, "Hello Bronwyn."
"Hello Gwyneth." she baa'rd, and with a slight frown or puzzled look you could say, she resumed, "You know what we heard Farmer Jones talking about the other day while he was leaning on 'top gate' ?
"What's that then Bronwyn, only I've been asleep since then ?" I baa'rd smilingly.
Bronwyn gave me a, 'I don't believe it look', and shook her head in disbelief. "Well, didn't he say that sheep are able to recognize the individual faces of at least 50 sheep and remember them for more than two years ?"

I'm losing my specialized area

"Yes I think so...ahh! it's coming back to me now, so it is. And your point being ?" I says to her, continuing to chew a...gorgeous bit of clover.
Getting a bit exasperated, see, Bronwyn prattled on," Farmer Jones said, as I recall that sheep are like humans in some respects. You see we sheep have specialized areas in the brain for face recognition and...."
"Oh spit It out ewe !" Getting a bit fidgety, like I was.
Bleating furiously now she goes on...."I think I'm...loosing my specialized area," baa'rd Bronwyn, looking all forlorn, so she was. "There I've said it. So...what do you think ?"
"Hmm, and why do you think that you are, let me get this straight...loosing your mind did you say." I sighed.
"Just now...down there...at the bottom of the field...by the woods...I saw...I saw...a sheep that I did not recognize!!!"
"Oh, go on with you," I said nudging Bronwyn in her side, "I'm sure there's a good reason. Let's go and see together shall we. "So walking down to the bottom of the field, passing some of our field mates, (around about 50 of them including us I'm guessing as sheep can't count) I tests Bronwyn out.
I asks her, "Who's that?" and she comes up with the correct names.
"That's Snowdrop...Myfanwy...Grace...Angel...Gwladus..."

Why aren't you two girls wearing your wool ?

"Well I never!" exclaims I. "Who's that ? And why aren't you two girls wearing your wool ?" I ask as we pass Anwin and Cati.
Poor ewes...Anwin and Cati were s~h~i~v~e~r~i~n~g so they were! All they could manage was to point on further down the field.
There at the bottom of the field was a larger than normal big snouted...sheep...with larger than life teeth and ears that were longer than sheep ears. Ugliest looking sheep I HAD never seen before so it was.
"GrrrArrrrr, growled the...ugly looking 'sheep', my name is

You really need to buy this!!!

'Michael-soft' I see you have come to exchange your wool for this rather splendid looking anti-virus package. You definitely will NEED this !! Buy this from me with your wool and you will then be protected against attacks from Worms, Trojans, Phising, Cryptovirology and a whole load of other unpleasant things YOU sheep, oops! meant WE sheep seem to be susceptible to.
"ooOOoo" exclaimes me and Bronwyn, both together and at the same time like...pretty impressed we was and just about to hand over our wool...when...Fly, one of the farms sheepdogs comes charging through the field, flies at this ugly looking sheep, snarling and barking like mad and chases IT off.

Be off with you...barked Fly

"Whatever have you done that for ?" we bleat.
Fly looks us straight in the face and says, "That was no sheep ! If you need protection from the REAL Michael-soft you have to contact him through whatever means you have and NOT the other way round." growled Fly. "That was a scam. No one can say that they are acting on behalf of Michael-soft, the ugly looking sheep, who really is a wolf in sheep's clothing. You are lucky to have me as your protector. 
"Thank you Fly," we bleat and hold our noses (as Fly has bad breath). Fly slinks off close to the ground, rounding up the other sheep. And me and Bronwyn sneak into the farmhouse to borrow some knitting needles off Mrs Jones the farmers wife(we never steal, just borrow things)..."Now, anyone got a pattern to knit two very needed jumpers ?" bleats Gywneth.