It’s the Hippy Hippy Sheep!

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!  Like hi, man! I live at this like totally awesome place called Pickity Place?  I totally don’t know why they call it that, but like, do you have any idea how heavy wet wool is dude?  Huh? Oh, like sorry man.  I’m not supposed to be talking to you about that.  Lessee, what was it now?  Oh yeah, flowers!  I’m not usually into those flowery-type thing-a-ma-bobs, but since someone calling herself Karma asked me to, I thought it wouldn’t be too lame!  Besides, man, you know what they say about karma, right?  Hey, just who are these they people anyway?  Oh, sorry, getting off track again….”

“Now this one here, it really isn’t too far away from my  pen, and I could like totally chow down on that if they’d let me get near it.”

“As long as you don’t scarf the fuzzy-bee-dude in the middle, I’m sure this could be a tasty snack.  You know, I’ve heard there’s this golden retriever, lives in some town in western Massa-something-or-other, that like eats ’em on purpose?  Isn’t that like so gnarly?”

“Now this one, I can’t figure out man.  Why are they throwing the snacks in the water bowl?”

“If I was actually clean, I think I might look like this one dude.  That’d be like so far out!”

“Look at that, a way groovy smorg!”

“So, like anyway dudes, it was totally cool talking to you.  I gotta split, but you should totally cruise my pad at Pickity Place.”