LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER

The sheep have been out in the town for one week, but three at least did not survive their first weekend unabused. This one was hauled out of its position and into the car park. Another has been vandalised and has been taken away for repair. My favourite sheep, which masquerades as a sheepdog, was dragged into the road by drunken louts, and unspeakable, disgusting things done to it while the events were recorded on camera phones. Its paintwork is now badly scratched and damaged.

While at work I have seen many people walking past, following the town map of the flocks whereabouts, and the project has brought an air of fun to the town, and enjoyment to both young and old.

But all you need are a few morons to spoil things.

I did blip a barn on the way to work this morning, but that will have to wait for another day now.