Last night I went to a meeting at the library. After the business–treasurer’s report, etc. one of those attending said he’d like to make announcement. He’d found a black sheep wandering on a nearby road and wondered if anybody knew whose it was. Immediately people started suggesting various Straffordites who might be missing a sheep while others chimed in and explained why it couldn’t possibly be that person’s sheep. Then another member noted that a certain person was missing a black goat. Was it for sure a black *sheep* he had found? He assured everybody he knew a sheep from a goat!
When we first came up here I went to an evening presentation at the library and when I came out later a dog and a small black sheep were waiting (patiently) for their owners, right there on the library steps. It was then I truly realized I wasn’t in Houston anymore! How I love life in this little village.
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