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Post by Seth Moore on Mar 13, 2011 23:26:17 GMT -5
There it was. A sheep. No stupid guards like the chickens. No shepherd's to smack with those dang wood sticks. Just a sheep. Lone and venerable. And tasty. Very tasty. I don't know why I let these urges get to me. I should be able to control the inner bad dog..but sheep and chickens and rabbits and...*trails off with drips of drool*
*Begins again in clearer writing* Yeah I need to control that better. So there was the sheep. I crouched low among the tall grasses. Silly sheep didn't realize I was there. I slink closer. It finally notices me and takes off running bleating futilely as it goes. I leap out and run after. I love the chase. I run after the sheep and find this one is faster than most. I chase it as just as I am about to catch it delicious leg in my mouth I run through an odd gate. I am used to the normal blue ones around most of the towns, but I have never seen one like this. It appeared out of no where and shimmered. I look about; my sheep is gone. Of course. The gate is gone. My surroundings look nearly identical but they smell...foreign. I begin to wander about hoping to find something, anything I know. The town has all the same buildings but the staff has changed. Perhaps that is in my favor. Maybe the guards in Brit have changed and there won't be any posters up about that chicken incident...
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