Auntie Mollie opened up the curtains of me and Mikey. It was an early morning. There were stars with a half moon still in the sky from last night. I made sure we were packed because it was Docking Day. “Why do we have to cut off their tales”?, I asked Uncle. “It keeps them clean and keeps flies laying eggs”, he replied. So we packed our, picnic food-(basket), a sack.
Louder and Louder the sheep came rushing in their yards. Lost lambs, worried mothers looking for each other. We yelled at the slow ones at the back to hurry up! “Last year our aunties baked us pies, bread,cake”, we said resting under a tree. “We’ll when we are done with our day we will get some deserts”, they promised us.