![]() With the money we’d gotten for the sheep, Kellen had been able to convert Grandpa’s old barn into a woodworking paradise. The downside of only having one sheep to take care of was that now we had an entire pasture to mow-or evidently, not mow. I skipped off toward Kellen’s workshop, which wasn’t easy to do with the length of our grass. “And happy anniversary, by the way.” There was a twinkle in her eye that made me wonder if she knew something that I didn’t. “Well, send him home whenever she gets sick of him.” “He’s got himself a wee crush on Miss Petunia, I believe.” ![]() “He’s, em … oh, there he is.” She pointed in the direction of the only black sheep in the flock. ![]() Speaking of, have you seen Vlad this morning?” If you’d kept his flock, you’d be dealin’ with all this lambing right now.” ![]()
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