Flytrap
““The sheep!” she exclaimed, astonished. She scrambled out of bed, naked, and flung open the door.
There was a solid Ewe. Mona knew immediately that she was special, deserving of the capital; it seemed to be the telepathy in operation. The Vulture and Python were at attention, watching her. There was blood on her hind section: she had recently given birth.
Mona stood silent, uncertain why the sheep had come, when she had her lamb to take care of. If these animals were as dangerous as reputed to be, surely they were even more so when protecting their offspring.
The sheep bleated. It was a brief, authoritative sound. Then she walked away.
“That's the summons,” Brian said. “Follow her.”
Mona didn't hesitate. She wanted contact with the precognitive sheep and one had come to her. She followed. So did the Vulture and Python. And Brian, respectfully behind, as he had not been invited.
The Ewe led them to a copse just beyond the village. There, lying in leaves, was a spindly newborn Lamb also... instantly special.MoreLess
There was a solid Ewe. Mona knew immediately that she was special, deserving of the capital; it seemed to be the telepathy in operation. The Vulture and Python were at attention, watching her. There was blood on her hind section: she had recently given birth.
Mona stood silent, uncertain why the sheep had come, when she had her lamb to take care of. If these animals were as dangerous as reputed to be, surely they were even more so when protecting their offspring.
The sheep bleated. It was a brief, authoritative sound. Then she walked away.
“That's the summons,” Brian said. “Follow her.”
Mona didn't hesitate. She wanted contact with the precognitive sheep and one had come to her. She followed. So did the Vulture and Python. And Brian, respectfully behind, as he had not been invited.
The Ewe led them to a copse just beyond the village. There, lying in leaves, was a spindly newborn Lamb also... instantly special.MoreLess
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