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fandomhigh2021-07-19 06:52 pm
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Adventures in Sheep Farming, Monday
"Right, so the last few weeks were a bloody farce, and I'll hear no more word spoken of them," said Edward. He was used to quite a bit at sea, but at least on a ship you could occasionally take a dip into the ocean instead of finding yourself stuck with a large set of bored, smelly pirates constantly.
... also, on the Jackdaw, he had his own cabin. That helped.
"Today we're back to sheep farming and why you should never become a bloody farmer," he said. "And I'm startin' you lot off kindly with the shearing, which is the least bloody terrible part of the job. And it's still bloody terrible."
He cleared his throat, and spoke louder. "First you're going to grab the sheep properly. Hook your thumb in its mouth and pull its head to the side, then put her down gently."
As gently as you could with those instructions, anyway. "You start trimmin' at the breast with these," he said, holding up a weird... scissors-like thing. "Then you roll the fleece gently towards the sheep's shoulder as you're cuttin'. Place one knee behind its back and hold her in place by putting your foot on the other side. Once you get everything up to the head, you put 'er on her rump and sheer the rest of it, movin' on to the back and then the other side."
Beat. "Easy as Hell'll never be, but boring. Don't feel ashamed if you find yourself wanting to tap out halfway into this dull endeavour. Now. The sheep!"
He turned around, and... a whole flock of rainbow sheep wandered into the Danger Shop pasture.
"Of course," he sighed.
... also, on the Jackdaw, he had his own cabin. That helped.
"Today we're back to sheep farming and why you should never become a bloody farmer," he said. "And I'm startin' you lot off kindly with the shearing, which is the least bloody terrible part of the job. And it's still bloody terrible."
He cleared his throat, and spoke louder. "First you're going to grab the sheep properly. Hook your thumb in its mouth and pull its head to the side, then put her down gently."
As gently as you could with those instructions, anyway. "You start trimmin' at the breast with these," he said, holding up a weird... scissors-like thing. "Then you roll the fleece gently towards the sheep's shoulder as you're cuttin'. Place one knee behind its back and hold her in place by putting your foot on the other side. Once you get everything up to the head, you put 'er on her rump and sheer the rest of it, movin' on to the back and then the other side."
Beat. "Easy as Hell'll never be, but boring. Don't feel ashamed if you find yourself wanting to tap out halfway into this dull endeavour. Now. The sheep!"
He turned around, and... a whole flock of rainbow sheep wandered into the Danger Shop pasture.
"Of course," he sighed.