Strayed Sheep

WHAT? Oh, for cryin' out loud dude, not again! Nod off for one lousy hour and off go them mangy sheep. Now I ain't paid near enough to hafta chase these meanderin' beasts all over God's green earth. Shoot man, I got a life. Well, not really. But listen, I get me some serious leg cramps if I hafta walk more than a hundred feet. I know exactly what happened. It's that Norman again. Black sheep if there ever was one. Fancies himself some sorta substitute shepherd. Like I ain't good enough for y'all. Really??? You see this scar on my ankle? Got that fightin' off some nasty ol' wolf for y'uns. Well, okay, not a wolf per say, but one mean chipmunk fosho fosho. NORMAN? NORMAN! NOW YOU BRING THOSE DANG SHEEP BACK HERE RIGHT THIS DAGGONE MINUTE! Oh, what's the use. Never could get those stubborn sheep to listen. Always whinin' 'bout somethin' or another. Heck, I only use the beatin' stick when they give me no choice. Why, just last week they were all a bleatin' and a baain' jus' cuz I hadn't taken them to pasture for two days. You know what? I skip meals all the time. Big babies. Anyhoo, there they was makin' a racket, so I started crackin' 'em upside the head. Next thing I know they be givin' me a hateful stare like they be wantin' to gangsta me right on da spot. Now you know that ain't right. Ugh! I give up. It's almost noon and I ain't had my second nap yet. Think I'll jus lie down here under this nice ol' shady willow. Yes sir, thas much better. Oof! Legs be killin' me. (Yawn) Stinkin' sheep. Hey, whas that rumblin' noise...