Ewe & You and Yew

by 3arn0wl

Alistair Crookes couldn’t work out whether the vicar was annoyed about the intrusion, concerned for their welfare, or pleased that the graveyard wouldn’t need mowing for a little longer.

It seems that, somewhat inexplicably, the sheep had got out of twenny acre field behind the Hallowed Prostitute, and into the graveyard.  One ewe, Babababababra-ann, had even managed to sneak her way into the church during matins, and had only been discovered because she couldn’t bleat in time or tune to her favourite hymn.

The vicar had received a number of calls from parishioners who had witnessed the flock performing covert ‘ops over the cattle grid, in order to gain access to the greener grass on the other side.  This when they were all pregnant.

What Alistair was really worried about however, was that his girls might fancy a nibble of the Taxus baccata in the churchyard.  He was all too aware of the peculiar tastes that pregnancy seemed to develop.

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One Comment to “Ewe & You and Yew”

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