Baymule
Herd Master
I let the sheep out to graze the yard—-and where are they? Back in their cool barn! Eve just galloped across the yard to the swing set. She ran up under the slide to scratch her back, rocking back and forth. She grabbed a few mouthfuls of grass at a trot, going back to the barn. Haven’t seen a sheep out in the yard in hours. It’s hot, summer is here. Spoiled sheep!