Dear Sheep,
Why do you always act so suspicious of me? I've known you for months, spent hours a day talking to you, touching you, bringing you everything you need to survive. Yet you still act unsure of me. I want to tell you to trust me, but then again, some day I may be the one to push you into a trailer that marks the end of your life, so maybe you're right not to fully trust me. I admire you for your patience. You know those days when I come to get you and I'm in a rush and you all just refuse to hurry up for me? Well, thanks for that. I know I have to slow down to your pace and putz along as you do. I feel lucky to be the one to wake each of you up in the morning, wait for you to stretch, take your morning pee and poop. You aren't affected by my rushed behavior...I wish I could be more like that, you know? Take my time, not get rushed by other people, stretch in the morning.
Another thing, it's so bold of you to stray from the flock when you do. It makes me glad that you're hesitant to go it alone, knowing the protection of being among friends.
And your curiosity, especially you young ones, is something I sympathize with greatly. How interesting the world is and all new things, thanks for reminding me. There's just so much about you I wish to emulate--your strength yet gentleness, playfulness, calm nature. And I know you're competitive sometimes, but I guess that just comes with living in such close quarters with others.
You're my girls, ya know. My friends, really. I'm so glad our paths have crossed.
W
