On
one of our many fishing trips to Duck Creek, Carmon had spent the morning
untangling the little boys’ fishing lines and was ready for some time
alone. Tee was just a baby and had
fallen asleep right after lunch, so I took up my position in a lawn chair just
outside the camper door so that I could listen for Tee while I watched Sess and
Beed playing in the meadow. I could just
barely see Carmon, looking about doll-sized, standing in the water down river
from us. I must have been hypnotized by
the serenity of the scene. I was just dozing
when I suddenly heard Sess screaming, “Hee-oop!
Hee-oop! Da cows is after
me!”
Beed
had decided to join his dad downstream and Sess, as he always did, decided to
follow Beed. Unfortunately, Sess had
only one speed – meander – and he hadn’t kept up. His nickname was Ferdinand -after the bull who always stopped to smell the flowers! By the time I was out of my chair and running
to help, I could see Beed rushing back and Carmon, hot on his heels. 
We
quickly covered the gap between us. I
still couldn’t see Sess, so I ran toward the source of the sound – a gaggle of
sheep all clustered in a circle. Carmon,
Beed, and I all arrived at the same time.
There, in the middle of the circle of sheep, stood Sess, pants around
his ankles. Apparently, he’d stopped to
take care of nature’s call and the sheep, ever curious, had gathered in a
circle to see what that strange little creature was doing. Sess and the sheep all turned, as if on cue,
to look at the three of us gaping at them.
Carmon helped Sess with his drawers and lifted him to safety. 
Poor little Sess – dare I even say it? – just
looked sheepish.
© Gebara Education, 2001. No portion of this book may
be copied by any method without the express written permission of the author
Picture of meadow from www.travelsite.com
Picture of Ferdinand the Bull from www.junethewriter.wordpress.com
Picture of sheep from www.agritech.tnau.ac.in
Picture of lamb from multiple sources
I still laugh out loud (literally) at that story.
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