A dictator doesn’t sound so baaaad…

The cautionary tale of Susie & Stanley Sheep.

“baaa Susie, have ewe seen the new sign for Farmer Trump? He baaa tells it like it is.” Stanley Sheep commented to Susie Sheep in between bites of luscious green grass.

“baaa yes, Stanley. baaat does Farmer Trump really baaa mean he’ll be a wolf who will baaa eat us?” Susie Sheep replied, while moving over to an even nicer patch of grass.

“Baaa, he won’t really eat us, silly Susie. He says he’ll just act like a wolf, but only on day one. He says things are really baaad here now and it’s the only way to make our baaa pasture great again.” Stanley Sheep replied.

The pasture where Stanley & Susie Sheep were grazing stretched on as far as the eye could see, rolling hills of emerald grass and wildflowers, and it was extremely well-tended to. The water troughs were finally all clean & working again, the grass wasn’t brown and patchy like it had been in years past.

Susie‘s fleece was a particular source of pride. It was so clean, fluffy and soft. It was the envy of all the lady sheep in the flock.

Stanley Sheep had just been shorn ahead of the warmer weather and being lighter meant he also felt more free to run around the open field as he pleased. Soon it would be Susie’s turn as well. She loved a good shearing.

Shearing Week had been promised for years when Farmer Trump was in charge, but it never came. Until the new farmer took over that is, Farmer Joe. But Farmer Trump was now promising that not only would he make Shearing Week happen, it would be “better and more baaa-eautiful than ever. Baa-elieve him.” Susie recounted as she agreed with Stanley that it would be for the best.

A few of the older sheep overheard Stanley and Susie talking about Farmer Trump, and they nodded in agreement.

“Farmer Trump says what we really need around here is a wolf!!” Sheldon Sheep chimed in. “We’ve been getting new baaa sheep from farms very far away, baa… and we don’t know where those sheep are coming from baaa… it wasn’t like this when we were baaa younger.”

Sarah Sheep hushed her voice somewhat, “He says those sheep are bringing baaa diseases…”

The gathered sheep gasped.

“Like the one they brought in to force Farmer Trump out.” Sheldon Sheep whispered.

Another collective gasp.

“We really do need a wolf.” Susie noted, feeling very sensible indeed.

Stanley was extremely animated as he added, “We need someone tough, someone who won’t be nice to those baaa sheep coming in from other farms to eat OUR grass!”

The gathered sheep agreed. “A wolf sounds wonderful. Farmer Joe just keeps letting more and more of those sheep on the farm. He wants them to take our farm away from us.” They muttered to each other as they headed back down to the barn.

The new barn that is. The beautiful new barn that Farmer Joe had built when he took over. Well-lit and heated. New water lines, new hay, new everything!