One fine morning in the beautiful countryside of Kent, Clara decided she would go for an adventure. Now, keep in mind that Clara was a sheep and all sheep find that even a tasty new bit of grass can be an adventure. So please don't expect cowboys and Indians along with secret maps with buried treasure and that sort of thing.
Clara was the sort of sheep that thought outside the box, by this I mean she understood that all animals were different and led different lives. I mean when you speak to a cow they think you are mad for not being more cow and why are you on the other side of the fence when you should be with them in the cow zone. I mean really, what nonsense...
The chickens are no better, scared of simply everything and run around as if they have lost their minds. Squawking and clucking at almost everything, even scared of their own shadow. You speak to a chicken for a minute and it makes you want to be flapping and neck jolting. Of course we all know the chicken dance works in most scenarios and especially when a laugh is required at parties. Now we can go on and explain all the various animals among us but this story is about an adventure so lets get back to that.
One morning Clara was chewing on some dew fresh grass when a cat called Stormy proudly strided up to her. Stormy was a dark grey cat with two big yellow cat eyes. He was of course a very proud and egotistical cat very much the opposite to Clara who was so laid back that if she was anymore relaxed she would simply fall over. Now Stormy had seen something fabulous and knew how excited Clara would be once he told her. After much chatting about this special wonderful place that Stormy had seen they decided to start planning their adventure.
The cat and sheep planned this adventure for days. You see sheep like to do a lot of thinking why else would they chew so much grass. Cats on the other hand are 'do'ers but they love tactics, watch a cat hunt and you'll know exactly what I mean. So finally the plan was set, they were going to meet at the secret hole in the fence at first light on the night after the full moon. Of course being the lovely kind nature of sheep Clara made Stormy a perfectly fitted
Cossack Hat which was perfect for keeping the chill out. They wandered down and along a dry but earthy lane which had a wooden fence running along the side. Stormy couldn't resist jumping up and down from it, if not showing off his jumping talents to Clara but certainly feeding his well oiled ego.
They finally came to the field which Stormy had described, bright magnificent yellows were everywhere. Big green stalks stood proudly with the most magnificent yellow things hanging from it. This is truly a fabulous place... Clara decided to eat the yellow things and after much crunmching and munching she lay on her back and gazed up to the sky. Today was most certainly a good adventure. They both cuddled together with big grins on their faces.
