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Showing a Sheep
I ran down the green grassy hill like I’ve done a thousand times
I broke into a run the last stretch of hill,
slowing down, I popped up behind my papa.
In front of me was a big fuzzy sheep my cousin was clinging on to
Papa gives me a nod of acknowledgement to my presence
and continues to help my cousin with her sheep.
I ran my hand over the back of the big fuzzy sheep
it’s thick wool entwining with my fingers
I skipped back to my papa with a new feeling in my chest
Standing next to him for a second without words to say
Gazing down at me with a long glance he finally said,
“Do you want to show a sheep at the fair”
My mind burst , for moments I could not utter a single word
“Yes!” I finally voiced My mind once again exploded, this time with worries
of everything that could go wrong
Heart racing, speeding up in my chest
bump bump...bump bump...bump bump...bump bump
My body tensed up telling me to flee
With hands as hot as the summer sun, my heart fluttering in my chest
#middle I pushed away the feeling and stood with firmer feet
I snapped myself back to reality
as I heard the clink of the metal chain from the gate
Looking on with wide eyes
Watching as my cousin came out with a big, creamy colored sheep
All for me
The sheep got used to being on the lead
It didn’t try to run away
The animal stood there in the middle of the yard
Occasionally stooping it’s head to nibble on the sweet grass
The sheep got used to being on the lead
It didn’t try to run away
The animal stood there in the middle of the yard
Occasionally stooping it’s head to nibble on the sweet grass
My papa told me to walk with it
So I took my steps

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