| | | And so I was coming home quite recently
Not expecting anybody to be waiting for me by my front door
And yet there was
someone
waiting for me.
It was a dark, dark,
Though not black
Sheep in a grey tuxedo smoking a big fat brown cigar
And whispering....
"That's all I wooly know."
Coming up closer I noticed
a bug sitting on the sheep's left shoulder.
It took off its top hat and introduced itself as
"Bert."
And performed a little dance on the top of a
Hair pin which the sheep was wearing.
"What do you two want?" I said, calmly.
THe sheep blinked
Twice.
This was of the utmost importance and
I knew
I had to listen to the sheep in the grey tuxedo.
"My dear old friend. I am Sheep. Sheep McMill.
But you can call me Sam. Sam Schwartzkoff."
"I'd rather call you Sheep."
"Fine enough. Me and Bert here {Bert nods} were sent to you by a secret agency, possibly known to you as
The Solar System.
The Solar System wants you to
Investigate a murder.
It happened two years ago in a land not far from here called
A Park.
For you see,
Someone had taken the liberty to assasinate
One of the Solar System's most important agents. - Lady...."
"Lady what?" I asked.
"Lady Bug. She was found crushed as if by a giant rubber platform which our sources claim is called a -"
"Sneaker."
"Why yes! How did you know?!"
"Well it's Captain Fuller that told us so."
"And how do you know that Fuller was right?"
"I'm afraid you're a wicked sheep, good night."
And
Suddenly as they appeared
The sheep and bug then
Disappeared!
And I was left there
Awfully stunned
Yellow stain on my pants
No more silly rants.  |
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