"The sheep were at pasture," Daniel typed into his screen. Monica slinked up behind him, read the screen and mocked, "Wow Dan, that sounds like the beginning to a dirty joke, not a children's story."

"Thanks for the encouragement. Hey, I thought you were on your way to get your nails done?"

"I'm getting ready to go, I got stopped by a phone call from your mother."

"What did she want?"

"Nothing really. She just wanted to know if she could throw a surprise party for her little baby boy's thirtieth."

"Shit. I told you I don't want any of that crap, and I told you to relay that to my mother. Did you tell her again that I just want to relax in front of the T.V., have a beer, and watch football?"

"The party is next Saturday, her house, eight p.m. - act surprised," Monica taunted and spun out of the room, her red hair whipping around her neck.

Dan banged his fist on the keyboard and deleted his first line. Then he typed: "The mother sheep was put out to pasture."

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JamieLauraChilds (joined over 9 years ago)

I am a high school English teacher. I also am a lecturer at a college.

I love to write.

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