Sheep's Sound Crossword Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time Samuel landed in the paddock next to the river house, scattering the sheep. Aislen slid off his back and stood regarding the sheep speculatively as he shifted. “What do sheep taste like?” She asked him. “Are they watery like rabbit?” “They’re not bad, actually,” Samuel considered the flock who pressed against the far fence. “Your mate might take exception to us eating his livelihood, however.”

Fortunate for her, the sound was suffocated out by the all of the noise. Bronaugh knew who the “calf” was.

Aviva “I know that feels better,” Freya says, frowning at the frantically bleating sheep, who is now sheared clean and pretty much naked as it gallops off to join its herd. She wipes her brow, squinting into the sunlight as she gathers up an enormous handful of raw wool and carries it over to the creek where I’m crouching in the water, rinsing another batch of wool until it shines a soft white. “Who’s next?” “That one,” I laugh, tilting my head to the giant, gray and black ram with spiraling horns that looks like he wants nothing more than to kill us both. He stamps his hooves and lowers his head in emphasis, snorting and shaking his fuzzy head.

she fired back. My brows furrowed. “Braying what?” “That's the sound a donkey makes when it's trying to shout,” she chuckled, seemingly enjoying teasing me. “I know what it means,” I snapped. “Good, then…” But before she could complete her statement, I rolled over to her and suspended myself above her, my hands by the sides of her head. “But I didn't sound that way!” I exclaimed in defense. Her smile broadened before she murmured, “Whatever gets you through the night.”