Get The Sheep

Using the rake I pushed the manure onto the broad flat shovel.  Suddenly Fate was in front of me hopping up and down.  Her eyes round and intense, her ears sticking out straight on either side of her head.

“Get the sheep,” I said to her quietly.  In an instant, she was circling the animals at the feeder.

I watched her from the pole barn, silently waving her around again.

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