By Barbara Raggio
Well, the girls looked at each other and smiled, and then they all said they were too chicken to do it after all and rode out the fence. I tried to convince them, but to no avail. So I told them to watch me—I would show them how to do it, as if I was some kind of experienced sheep rider or something! I asked one girl I liked if she would hold my hat because I did not want to get it trampled by the sheep. I looked carefully at all the eight sheep and saw the largest, fattest sheep looking at me, chewing some dandelion flowers.
I said out loud, “You’re the one.” I glanced back at the girls’ smiling faces and I took off like the wind, flying through the grasses in the early morning dew, like a tiger after his prey, I knew I could do it, so I was not afraid! I rode along the big sheep at full speed and quickly jumped off the back of Moki onto the very frightened sheep. I clung on for dear life and the ride I experienced was truly the most amazing ride of my life. The sheep ran so fast and made turns that were unknown to man. I dug my hands deep and held on. My fingers were already getting sore. The sheep snorted the whole time and blew snot back at my face. I wiped my face on the wool and kept my legs up tight and wrapped around the sheep’s back.
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