
Fate, her breath freezing in the cold, waiting for me to tell her to “get the sheep” as I muck out the barn.

Fate, her breath freezing in the cold, waiting for me to tell her to “get the sheep” as I muck out the barn.
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The angle of the sun’s shadow of her legs is perfect to make her appear to be on stilts! Which would make for pretty difficult running to get the sheep, but so funny to imagine.
I’ll have to look at it again Amy. That sounds pretty weird!L:)