The barn is mostly a very quiet place.  If the sheep are up and about, you can hear hooves shuffling in the bedding, and there are almost always soft chewing sounds.  But if they suspect that someone if about to bring them corn, they erupt.


In the fertile imagination of a new shepherd, corn is the full moon to these weresheep.  They are suddenly no longer timid, pushing and jostling to get to my bucket of grain, and then my feet are leaving the floor as I’m borne along on a wave of ewes, and please, please don’t let me lose my balance…  And then I get the corn into their feeder and they’re sheep once again.

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