Dizzy and the Clover Kingdom
Chapter 8: A Magical Sheep Amongst Sheep
Dizzy hurried along, excited at the prospect of something to eat and somewhere comfortable to rest. The sun was high in the sky and there was a sweet warm breeze on the air. Cozy looking farm houses, small barns and plentiful fields dotted the outskirts of the village. Several farmers and workers were about, busy tending to all manner of fruits and vegetables.
Other than an occasional glance, no one seemed to pay any attention to Dizzy as he walked along a well-worn the dirt path that led towards the village. Dizzy wanted to say hi, but he was a little nervous about being in such a strange place. Do these people know they are inside a crystal ball? How will they feel about a talking sheep? Lost in thought and enjoying the sounds of the farms, his stomach rumbled as he passed near a field that contained delicious looking carrots. It took him a moment to realize that he had stopped and was staring through the fence at the bright green leaves poking out of the ground.
Dizzy casually glanced around. Aside from a flock of sheep in an adjacent penned off area, no one was nearby. He ducked under the fence and began pulling the vibrant orange carrots out of the dirt. “I’m sure they won’t miss a few carrots. Besides, it’s for a good cause, I'm on an adventure. Mmmm! These are so fresh and crunchy, maybe the most crunchiest carrots I’ve ever eaten!”
Dizzy merrily chowed down, while the nearby sheep baa’d at him through the fence. “Oh, where are my manners? You probably want something yummy to snack on too!” Gathering a small pile, Dizzy brought some carrots over and stuck them through the fence, much to the delight of the sheep on the other side.
Someone nearby began whistling a tune, and Dizzy turned back to see a farmer making his way through the tall grass towards the carrot patch. Looking down, Dizzy decided there was no time to smooth over the dirt and hide the half eaten carrot greens and pieces. He managed to scramble over the sheep pen just in time, was greeted by a chorus of baa’s, and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.
“Well now who has been into my carrot patch? This won’t do! Better not be the neighbor’s kids again, I told them to stay outta my prize winning carrots!”
The farmer was a tall man, dressed in simple work clothes that were sun faded and caked with dirt. Scratching his head, the man scanned the flock of sheep, sighed and half turn away. He paused as his brow furrowed in a thoughtful expression, then he suddenly turned back and looked directly at Dizzy. He walked over and leaned on the fence, “Now you certainly are a rather odd looking sheep. I don’t think you’re one of mine.”
“Baa’aa!” replied Dizzy.
“Baa indeed. You better not have been the one getting into my carrots!” mused the farmer.
“No sir, it wasn’t me!”
“No sir indee– Did you just talk?!” The farmer jumped back from the fence.
“Nope - I mean Baa’aa!”
The farmer’s eyes were wide and he looked as if he were about to run away. “Alright, I don’t want any trouble from a magical, talking sheep. Y-you can have all of the carrots, and anything else you want. I didn’t believe the rumors! Please just don’t do anything unnatural… like cast a spell on me!”
“Rumors? Cast a spell? Why would I–” Dizzy hungrily eyed the carrots and his stomach rumbled again. “Well I suppose I won’t cast any spells on you, as long as you don’t mind if I take a few more of these carrots. They are prize winningly delicious after all. Fit for a magical sheep such as myself.”
“T-take as many as you want oh great and magical sheep!”
“And I’m sure you won’t mind if I let the rest of the sheep out of their pen to enjoy some carrots too?”
“T-the rest of the sheep? But they’ll eat them all! I won’t have any left to-”
The farmer's sentence trailed off as Dizzy fixed an intense gaze upon him. A few moments passed before Dizzy let out a loud Baa’aa! The man turned and ran off, frantically yelling about a magic sheep and not wanting to have a spell put on him.
“That was too easy!” Dizzy chuckled to himself as he opened the gate to the sheep pen. He and the other sheep helped themselves to more carrots, before Dizzy baa’d a farewell and continued up the road towards the village.