Is there a sheep in my room?

Well this morning I woke up to the sound of a sheep bleating ("Baahhing" as we say). It sounded as if the sheep were right outside my window. I immediately thought that the sheep from the pasture behind our house got out somehow. However, all I could yell is "sheep!" I ran to the window but when I got there I got light headed from jumping out of bed so fast! So I just leaned against the wall while Ludie wondered what in the world I was doing and why I yelled "Sheep!".

After a second I explained that the sheep got out. I ran and got Ruthie out of her bed. Yelled for Griffin to get up. We all got our wellies on (golloshes) and headed outside. Ludie moved the car to block the sheep from going down our road to the main road. Griffin filled in the hole in front of the car to make a wall. I got to be the sheepdog (no comments) and go get the sheep and herd them back while Ludie opened the gates. Ruthie barked at the sheep.

We realized that the gate to the cemetery had been left open. There is a stone wall around the cemetery that has an intentional hole in it big enough for a sheep or child to fit through (I don't know why, but that is how it was built). So the sheep must have come through the hole in the wall into the cemetery and out of the gate into our yard. We successfully herded the sheep back into the cemetery where they made it single file through the hole in the wall back to the pasture.

I was excited of how our family worked together to get the sheep back in. However, I can only imagine what a sight we were. I pray no neighbors happened to see us as we all had unbrushed hair, pajamas and wellies on. But it was a fun way to start the morning and made for a good story to tell when we got to church.