the brown sheep

thebrownsheep.

after the bombs stopped falling it was just my sister and i. mum and pa must not have made it cause they're no where in sight. we've had to look for food, there isn't much left i'm not sure how long we can last on crickets and milk

just one of the sheep survived the brown one, just kind of stands there now, looking around like a little brown puff of the past, what's left of a once great sheep farm. maybe it's a good thing it hadn't been the same for a few years, whole town had felt the effects of the industrial boom in the city. it's hard to run a sheep farm when no-one's makin sweaters of wool.

then the war started and it went from bad to worse. no matter now though. just one sheep left, the brown one. guess we'll have to be movin on soon. time for a fresh start. i wonder if it's a boy or a girl...