The Grays Sturgeon
The farmer-men bred special sheep together, and ta-da! Here's me!
I was made in South Ockenden, but there are lots and lots of my kind all over the world, even in Australia and New Zealand.
I'm just a baby now, but I'll get big. People might laugh at me and say "What a weird wrinkly sheep", but oh boy, I will be big as a bear when my wool is long. The farmer-men love my wrinkly wool so much, they will shave it off, and wear it for themselves. I'll dance around, all skinny for a bit, then it will grow again. Nothing lasts for ever, and nothing is ever really gone.
Around me are shady bushes, and I can hear my feet clapping in the cool grass. I love to eat the grass, it is my favourite food. Look, there is plenty of it. It is great to be a sheep. The humans say I don't smell so good, but my mum says I smell lovely!
My wool is soft and warm, and my horns are as big as pencils already.
From writing by students of Shaw Primary Academy
I was made in South Ockenden, but there are lots and lots of my kind all over the world, even in Australia and New Zealand.
I'm just a baby now, but I'll get big. People might laugh at me and say "What a weird wrinkly sheep", but oh boy, I will be big as a bear when my wool is long. The farmer-men love my wrinkly wool so much, they will shave it off, and wear it for themselves. I'll dance around, all skinny for a bit, then it will grow again. Nothing lasts for ever, and nothing is ever really gone.
Around me are shady bushes, and I can hear my feet clapping in the cool grass. I love to eat the grass, it is my favourite food. Look, there is plenty of it. It is great to be a sheep. The humans say I don't smell so good, but my mum says I smell lovely!
My wool is soft and warm, and my horns are as big as pencils already.
From writing by students of Shaw Primary Academy
