But when the box was unpacked, I realized that there must be some mistake. No kids in sight! Only three other sheep, and one of them had a horrible burn on his chin. Just when I thought that I must have ended up somewhere worse than a daycare, Erin came home from work and scolded the sheep for opening her mail and then explained that my journey wasn't over yet. She shoved me, DJ and Sheepy in a bag and we flew back to the Midwest as carry-on luggage. Then we drove in a car for a long time. I was beginning to get worried. This was more than I bargained for. When she finally took me out of the bag she told me to say goodbye to Sheepy and DJ then she stuck me in an even tinier and far less comfortable bag. Oh, what torture was waiting for me next?
It turned out, I was finally going to meet my new owner. Perhaps I was a bit hasty in choosing one because it turns out he is quite young:
Maybe too young:
But then I found out he is what they call a "fluff butt" and my faith has been restored. He's already taken me to meet Santa and promises that we will go other fun places very soon.