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”What are you doing in there? Sheep don't eat people, do they?"


She laughed and her wool shook in the sunshine. "No. I just fancied a change, that's all. Thought I'd spend the day as a sheep." It seemed like a perfectly reasonable answer.


I nodded, sagely. "I see. Are you comfortable in there, then?" I couldn't imagine she was, as she'd been nearly my height when I'd seen her last and that small sheep must have been quite a squeeze for her.


"Perfectly. I think I'm going to stay like this for a while, in fact. Do you think Mother will be pleased to see us when we visit her next?" she asked.


I sniggered inwardly. "Oh, I shouldn't think so," I said calmly, remembering the blood-stained rags, stuffed under the carpet for tidiness.


"Well, I'd best be on my way. I've got some way to go," I told her. She tried an unsuccessful smile, then said "Alright. I'll see you soon then." I made as if to walk away and waved. My sister turned and began to walk back up on to her rock, not noticing that I had turned and begun to follow her. I'd decided that I wanted to spend a few more minutes with her after all.


Shortly afterwards, I continued my walk, anticipating dangling my toes in the silvery stream ahead. The sun was beginning to dip, losing the heat of the day. "How generous my sister is," I thought, tugging my new sheepskin cloak tight around me.


Dog


I'd been saying for months that I felt like a change but this wasn't what I'd had in mind. Not at all.


I wasn't at all sure that I was happy with my new colour. Before, I had been a shade of bloodshot pink. I hadn't been entirely happy then either, it was true, but it now seemed more appealing than this dingy brown.


I investigated the face in the mirror, snuffling at it to gain information. It was me, I seemed to know it, but it looked like next door's labrador, especially the ears; floppy and uninterested even in loud noises.


The nose was wet and the eyes had a conniving look in them. But that was no proof at all, as I'd always looked that way.


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