Sheep Attack

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“But Dad, it’s still light, I can’t get to sleep,” Adam whined.
“Count sheep.” Came the reply.
“What’ll that do?”
“You’ll see.” After his father left the bedroom, Adam climbed onto the windowsill.
“One…two…that’s at least ten. It’s fun but, how’s it gonna help me sleep? Oh, a black one…They like mum’s flowers.”
Later his father stealthily opened the door and was surprised. “What are you doing there?”
“Counting sheep like you said.”
“I meant in your head.”
“But why, when they’re in the garden?”
“What?” His father rushed to survey the horticultural carnage. “Oh my God, she’ll go ballistic!”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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