When my brother was shearing his sheep, I would venture out to the farm to help out by making tea, sandwiches, sexist jokes etc.
When the work was over I would go and look at the sheep in their pen.
‘Bloody idiots,’ I muttered, watching the fluffy morons skittishly scurry away if I got too close to the fence.
Except for one. One of the big rams who stared at me and didn’t move.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time.
That was the beginning of a blood feud that would last for the next fifty years.
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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Sean Fallon 
10 replies on “Friday Fictioneers: Ewes, Me and the Ram.”
“Tea, sandwiches, and sexist jokes…” Haha, that bit made me laugh.
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Haha! Brilliant, and from growing up on a farm I can completely understand. Though in Shropshire we call them Tups.
This is a great piece of flash fiction and it really made me laugh. Thank you.
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A great hook that. Well done.
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That’s very earthy. Sounds like a thousand year old tale from the druids. Lovely
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Well, if I got accosted and my wool stolen off my back, I might be a little skittish too. Good story! Nan 🙂
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Crikey! I don’t fancy my chances against a full-grown ram… 🙂
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Whooaa! Who’s gonna’ win THAT one? Great story.
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Dear Sean,
Blood feud? I’m intrigued. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Sean, Interesting story and I agree it would be a great hook for a longer story. Perhaps the ram felt guilty about not being able to protect the ewes from the shearing and was saying “not again!” Well done. 🙂 —Susan
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fun take–and so far i haven’t read any others about blood feuds with rams–well done!
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