Skippy, the World Saving Sheep
by Grace Undis, age 12, from US
"Ah ha! Another one solved!" exclaimed Skippy, the world-saving
sheep. Skippy had just discovered the cure to the worldwide
SPAM shortage. He had a little black body with white fur
and brown hooves. He stood wide-eyed at a map of the world
on the computer screen with little SPAM logos all over it
indicating the triumph of Skippy's mission.
"Good job Skippy," commented Egor, Skippy's best friend
and sidekick.
"Thank you Egor! Now! To the next problem to be solved!
Is there anything, Egor? A dry erase marker shortage? Are
the squirrels in trouble again?"
"No, Skippy, nothing is showing up! It seems you have solved
all the problems in the world!"
"Ack! The farmer! Run, Egor! Run!" yelled Skippy, when
he saw Farmer Henrietta come marching toward the barn in
which Skippy and Egor were having their secret meeting.
The large woman came bursting into the barn, shaking the
entire thing and almost busting the doors off the rusty
old hinges. The farm was old and smelled of horse manure
and chicken feed. There were pitchforks and shovels scattered
around the floor along with random stacks of hay. The husky
woman stood in the doorway casting a shadow over the two
quivering sheep. She walked in, one foot in front of the
other, slowly and heavily. Whompf! Whompf! Henrietta had
her long curly red hair tied up in a braid and aimlessly
tucked under a straw hat. Her face was covered with freckles,
dirt, and some unidentifiable green spot. She had a piece
of wheat straw hanging from her teeth. Her red flannel shirt
hung sloppily from her overalls that had only one strap
hooked and the other slung over her shoulder. She was the
ideal farm matron; she even smelled of manure. She walked
toward the place where Skippy and Egor were hiding, and
they immediately scooted back into the haystack they were
hiding in.
"Oh no! Skippy!" Egor nervously nudged Skippy with his
elbow and whispered in a small almost mouse-like voice.
"Quiet Egor! What is it?" whispered Skippy quietly trying
not to get noticed by the farmer.