The Hungry Sheep

The sheep’s stomach rumbled. It wasn’t a gentle, almost hungry rumble, but a growling, twisting rumble that shook the sheep’s body. He needed to find something to eat. He trotted into the windswept hills and looked for something to eat. All around him, dust blew into the air. The little tuffs of grass were all spiky and dry. The hungry sheep nibbled on a few of them, but the sharp, dry stalks cut his mouth and dried out his tongue. He couldn’t eat grass like that, so the hungry sheep kept...