When I was young we lived on a farm for awhile in Cooma. On this farm lived a really angry sheep called Sambo. Sambo used to charge you and try to head but you whenever he saw someone. He did this because he had been raised with humans and saw them as his competitors. One day I was crossing the field with Amy and Sambo appeared out of nowhere charging at us. The fence was a fair way off and there was no way Amy would make it with a broken leg.
Then, out of nowhere, Dad appeared driving a truck and ran along side of Sambo and bowled him over with the door on the truck. Sambo was well and truly scaddadled.
We made the fence.
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