The Saga of the Sheep.

by Stephen Li

The Heralds rode to Traderest on two noble, gracious steeds,

Who were always serious, in thought, in word, and deed,

They came to stop the conflict, between the farmers five,

Who acted and hurt as if by a vicious bee hive.

Farmer A loudly proclaimed, “Farmer B has stolen my sheep!

So grant me, Heralds, justice, and make the villain weep.”

Then Farmer C protested, “No! The sheep are in face mine!

For Farmer A stole my prize ram, so they are all my swine.”

Farmer A protested, and his innocence he claimed,

“Your ram would of my noble sheep be all the beauty’s bane,

for your prize ram is uglier than my most foul beast,

and you ram is far worse than the bugs at very least.”

Here is where Farmer B intervenes and claims, “Nay they lie!

For they have ganged up on me and the animals are mine.”

“And would you care to answer, D, why you stole all my seeds?

And then mine and A’s pigs ate them?” asked noble Farmer B.

“This is a slander on my name!” cried glorious Farmer A,

“Nay, ‘tis poetic justice!” the Farmer B had claimed.

And then Companion Teva, into a daze fell she,

Until she woke up suddenly, when in came Farmer E.

Who came to cast doubt upon all of the farmer’s good names,

And claimed that all their beasts were not of breeding they could claim.

The problem was solved by the Heralds, and the problem was seen,