POINTS OF VIEW

The mother sheep followed me on the prath picking up her parts she realized that I was in touching of her lam she let out a lode liep that echoed across the pack the sleeping lam lied it’s heard and tuned towards us and slowly returned back to it’s sleep as the sheep got closers and closers I thought I wanted run I strained to panck was she going to artak holed my brle i faoc I side as the sheep dojd me and ran prickly to her lam fo that was a close one call.