Our mom came back from a place called Ireland with one of these sheeps.
She didn't let us play with a sheeps.
But, last night a sheeps leapt to the floor to visit.
We had a good time.
I pounced on it, and tossed it away so I could turn and jump on it again.
I grabbed the sheeps from Kaitlyn and dashed under the coffee table with it.
We played 'catch me if you can' with it.
I shook it mightily in my jaws.
I snatched it and ran.
I rolled on it. It smelled just like stinky sheeps.
It was fun being a sheeps dog last night.
When Mom got up the wee sheeps was here:
And there:
We were all tuckered out after a night of playing with a sheeps!
Mom was a little sad. But she had to admit that if something is on the floor...it is fair game (or sheeps).
She also had to admit that it smelled very sheepy!
The Irish crafter apparently saved some time by skipping the washing step.
We thought it smelled just fine!
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