The Sheep-Pig
“I'm daft, he thought, grinning to himself. He did not tell his wife.
Seeing him walk down the yard, crook in hand, and hearing him call Fly, Babe was about to settle down for an after-breakfast nap when to his surprise he heard the farmer's voice again.
"Come, Pig," said Farmer Hogget and to his surprise the pig came.
"I expect it's because of what you did yesterday," said Fly proudly, as they walked to heel together up the hill. "The boss must be very pleased with you, dear. ...You can watch me working." When they reached the lower gate, Farmer Hogget opened it and left it open.
"He's going to bring them down into the home paddock, away from the lane," said Fly quickly. "You be quiet and keep out of the way," and she went to sit waiting by the farmer's right side.
"Come by!" he said, and Fly ran left up the slope as the sheep began to bunch above her. Once behind them, she addressed them in her usual way, that is to say sharply.MoreLess
Seeing him walk down the yard, crook in hand, and hearing him call Fly, Babe was about to settle down for an after-breakfast nap when to his surprise he heard the farmer's voice again.
"Come, Pig," said Farmer Hogget and to his surprise the pig came.
"I expect it's because of what you did yesterday," said Fly proudly, as they walked to heel together up the hill. "The boss must be very pleased with you, dear. ...You can watch me working." When they reached the lower gate, Farmer Hogget opened it and left it open.
"He's going to bring them down into the home paddock, away from the lane," said Fly quickly. "You be quiet and keep out of the way," and she went to sit waiting by the farmer's right side.
"Come by!" he said, and Fly ran left up the slope as the sheep began to bunch above her. Once behind them, she addressed them in her usual way, that is to say sharply.MoreLess
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