By, Nan Claire Falkner
Few escaped the shears, but Matilda wasn’t ready to give up her coat just yet. She had a black and white face and was running for her life. “How come they steal our wool?” she wondered.
She ducked behind the blue and white direction sign, waited for the right moment, then merged into the herd that had already been sheared.
“Gosh that was a close call!” she told her friend Bertha that had not been as lucky.
“Where’s our Union Rep?” Bertha said, “He nicked me on my behind this time and it hurt! He drew blood!”
Matilda added. “Ewe!!!!!!!!!!!!!”