"Hold your horses, Skippy, I am an old horse, give me some
time. Jeez, you little sheep always running around looking
for trouble. All right!" he moaned as he leaned heavily
against a haystack (his legs weren't as good as they used
to be). "What is your question, Skippy?"
"Seymour, has Henrietta said anything to you about kidnapping
a small sheep yesterday? Any sheep named Egor?"
"Yes, yes, I reckon something being brought up about your
chum, Egor. I did not hear all of what she said. I was quite
tired and was dozing off every once and a while, but I did
hear a few things. Now, if I can remember, there was something
about Egor and a lamb chop machine. Oh, and something about
all the sheep, and no more sheep...and a lamb chop machine.
Yes, yes, I think that's all. Yepper bucko, I hope I was
a help to you," replied Seymour, the old champion racing
"Helped me? Oh Seymour, you've solved my problems! Thank
you, Seymour, thank you! A thousand times thank you!" his
voice trailed off as he ran the other way towards his planning
barn. ****Two Hours Later****
Skippy decided to move to a different, more confined planning
place. Since the incident in the last barn, he considered
it bad luck. He was now in the pigsty, far away from the
barn, where there was more room to work anyway, since Henrietta
had already gotten rid of all the pigs. There wasn't a single
person or thing to distract him, except the horrible, permanent,
everlasting smell of pigs. Oh the smell! It made a perfect
planning spot, because it was so far away (for the obvious
reasons), and therefore no one, especially Henrietta, would
be there to bother him.
"Yes, yes, and then I'll...oh! Yes that'll work and oh!
Perfect! mumbled Skippy, "ah ha!" he exclaimed as he held
up his finished layout for his plan.
"Tomorrow I will begin the rescue! Saving the entire population
of sheep on this farm, and my best friend, Egor!"