Once upon a time there was a little shepherd boy who looked after the sheep of a village, the boy loved spending time with the sheep, you see these were special interactive
sheep, he much preferred them over the other the other, more passive forms of farm animal. Cows had really gone downhill lately and he wasn’t that into reading chickens, no, playing with the interactive sheep was where the boys passion laid.
Yes, it’s going to be one of those awful metaphor blogs.
“Ugh, there he is, moaning about some trivial bollocks again” thought the villagers.
“That little shit complains no matter what I do, why should why should I listen to this one?” thought the farmer.
“He’ll buy me anyway” thought the sheep, who was apparently sentient now.
Do you know why the woodcutter came to help Little Red Riding Hood? Because she didn’t accuse every old lady she met of being a wolf.
I warned you it’d be one of those awful metaphor blogs.
LOOK WHO CAME: