It was a brillig afternoon on the Fat Ewe Farm. Downtown Elk Point was not bustling as usual and since the doom in the economy, the highway that passes the farm was bare, except for the occasional lone pick up truck being reclaimed by the wife after the divorce, though driven by the husband. The neighbour was complaining about the barking dogs in the middle of the afternoon on a farm and all was well in Kansas. The Fat Ewe Farmer was wearing her ruby slippers.
But, then, a letter came in the post and immediately, it was a case for The Fat Ewe Farmer!
It read like this:
Two dogs missing! Last seen this morning at the Fat Ewe Farm. The small little shit was whining and stealing Robbie's sticks as usual, then howling when she lost her stick and his. The big white dog, Harley, was chilling on the hay he pulled down from the large bale, basking in the sunshine and -9 degree balmy weather, balmy if you are a thick coated livestock guardian dog. Sofi, whining because she got cold when the temperature started to drop, was put in the house, her expensive new garments hung over her house in the porch. Harley, well, where he was, was anyone's guess. He was definitely nowhere in sight. Please, The Fat Ewe Farmer! We have to find the missing dogs. Our joy depends on it! And it is only a few days before Christmas!
So, I donned my cap and pipe, no wait, I had a toque on and don't smoke. Let's try that again.
So, I scratched my head through the three layers of toque, hoodie and insulated coverall hood and pondered the situation. Sofi had to be in the house somewhere, but where. I looked in the bedroom and down the trap door to the dungeon. No Sofi. This was a case for sure. And Harley, here today, gone this afternoon! Cannot be.
So, I gave up, got the firewood and went inside. But lo! What is this I see in Robbie's dog house? A grizzled white muzzle?? Could it be? Could it be? Why yes, his highness, Harley, somehow had crawled in that igloo house and was snoozing away. He accepted the invitation to come inside the porch and rest his old bones on Robbie's bed, which he finds quite to his approval. Now, on to finding Sofi! Could she has snuk out when I was bringing in the firewood? Highly unlikely.
Sofi, I heard my voice call. No answer. While I was thinking, I needed to add some logs to the wood stove. And there, hiding amongst the heat, there she was! Sofi!
And another case was solved by none other than The Fat Ewe Farmer! Stay tuned for more adventures on the funny farm! Come along Watson, er, I mean Robbie!
But, then, a letter came in the post and immediately, it was a case for The Fat Ewe Farmer!
It read like this:
Two dogs missing! Last seen this morning at the Fat Ewe Farm. The small little shit was whining and stealing Robbie's sticks as usual, then howling when she lost her stick and his. The big white dog, Harley, was chilling on the hay he pulled down from the large bale, basking in the sunshine and -9 degree balmy weather, balmy if you are a thick coated livestock guardian dog. Sofi, whining because she got cold when the temperature started to drop, was put in the house, her expensive new garments hung over her house in the porch. Harley, well, where he was, was anyone's guess. He was definitely nowhere in sight. Please, The Fat Ewe Farmer! We have to find the missing dogs. Our joy depends on it! And it is only a few days before Christmas!
So, I donned my cap and pipe, no wait, I had a toque on and don't smoke. Let's try that again.
So, I scratched my head through the three layers of toque, hoodie and insulated coverall hood and pondered the situation. Sofi had to be in the house somewhere, but where. I looked in the bedroom and down the trap door to the dungeon. No Sofi. This was a case for sure. And Harley, here today, gone this afternoon! Cannot be.
So, I gave up, got the firewood and went inside. But lo! What is this I see in Robbie's dog house? A grizzled white muzzle?? Could it be? Could it be? Why yes, his highness, Harley, somehow had crawled in that igloo house and was snoozing away. He accepted the invitation to come inside the porch and rest his old bones on Robbie's bed, which he finds quite to his approval. Now, on to finding Sofi! Could she has snuk out when I was bringing in the firewood? Highly unlikely.
Sofi, I heard my voice call. No answer. While I was thinking, I needed to add some logs to the wood stove. And there, hiding amongst the heat, there she was! Sofi!
And another case was solved by none other than The Fat Ewe Farmer! Stay tuned for more adventures on the funny farm! Come along Watson, er, I mean Robbie!
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