Stuck in a sheep pen.
Sometime I don't know why they even bother taking me out. All I ever am is a burden, I walk into things and people, who often act a lot more hostile than the objects. I try to deal with them myself but mum usually steps in to shout the huge, deep voiced, men into submission. Sometimes it's funny, my mums shrill voice coming from below that turn 'tough guys' into scolded schoolboys. But most of the time, I'd rather they just leave me alone to enjoy the sounds, smells and tastes of the Easter Show...God! That sounds like I go around licking things, if that were true the big blokes would have a reason to thump me, I was wandering around licking things until I accidentally licked their beard or something. Gross
If only my life were so eventful, but alas, I'm just a burden to be hefted around by everyone around me. It's not as if they don't try to include me though, my brother once dragged me onto a haunted house ride. Oh, the joy, the wonderful sound of people laughing and screaming and the most glorious smell of sweat and B.O. such good times I had. In case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, he even made me spend my own money on it too.
They always told me how fun it was telling each other to look at this or that without any regards to how I felt. But the worse was yet to come. They ALSO wanted to go see all the animals. "Yay" Because I'm so nice I cheered with them, I can't wait to have my nostrils clogged with the smell of shit and piss and my ears assailed with the auditory torture of every damn farmyard animal crammed into a tiny tent with crowds of tourists, each making their own unique sound.
At least the sheep were fun to pet, the all crowded around me like I was some sort of messianic figure. In fact, that's exactly what I was. Jacob the sheep Jesus. Eventually they forced me to the ground where they swarmed me. Those fuzzy little idiots all wanted be to pet them and I was happy to oblige. Each and every critter in my vicinity got what was coming to it, a pet and a hug. I reckon when I was done I smelled like one of them, pissy, shitty and disgusting, but I didn't notice, after a while of being so close to them you stop noticing the stench.
Anyway, I got pulled out by my parents, I may have been taking a while, so, dad picked me up and pulled me out of the pen and the next thing I know, a short object pulled me in and pressed against me, the only short person I knew was my mum so I guessed "Mum?" was all I could get out before the hulking frame of my dad wrapped around me too. It was really weird, they just started hugging me, then... I felt my shirt get wet. A few spots right where their heads were pressed into me. They were crying.
I had no idea what was going on, I couldn't move and looking around is futile anyway then, I got another shock. My brother hugged me, he was crying too. They all hugged me for what seemed like an eternity. Mum was the first to break off and explain. My brother had filled my pockets with grain, then when I started hugging the sheep that had come to me for food, apparently I was smiling.
My family are a bunch of idiots, but at least they try to keep a blind kid happy.
Mum, Dad, Damon.
I love you
This was written under exam conditions for my half yearly exams. Made up on the spot in about an hour. I have typed out, word for word, punctuation for punctuation, including all mistakes I made. This is unedited in anyway. If you'd like to grade this out of 15 I'd be very thankful. I decided to put this at the end so as to let you read through without any preconceived notions of what it is and will be. If you're still reading...thank you very much and stay as that wonderful furson you are c: