More sheep

So the little plastic sheep are my latest muse. 

I lived along side sheep when I was growing up in the countryside. The front door opened onto pasture and from an early age became obsessed. Having the perfect vantage point, I studied them meticulously. A deep urge within me could barely be contained, relentless temptation in droves at the front gate. 

Soon I ran with my urge, three or four fields down the lane, I chased and pegged one,  holding it at bay by barking. Border terriers have particularly high pitched voices because we're originally bred to go under ground after foxes, badgers and otters and need to be heard once beneath the earth. The voice is a calling to tell the rest of the hunt that the prey has been located, "here it is, come now". It works really well too, my keeper soon found me but she was not best pleased.  

We debated at length the relevance of instinct and my natural working ability, living within a rural community at the time. It was concluded that the consequences of pursuing my potential attributes were too great. Farmers are legally entitled to shoot any dog worrying their flock. Working through this took a little time and effort on no uncertain terms but that was all long ago now. 

Recently some yews had escaped a few feet onto our narrow pathway. I thought I'd be put on the lead but was just asked to stay close. We walked slowly ahead, each wooly ruminant ambling a short distance to make way for us, we passed through without incident. End of.

Wondering if I should indulge the creative process as a means to express my identity as a working breed within the constraints of domestic modernity. I'm thinking short animation.