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The book of love is long and boring
Sam jumped suddenly at the sound of the whistle, his pen jumping over the page and creating a line over the drawing of the barrier he'd made. Before he could recover and look around to see who had interrupted his work he was surrounded by sheep, pushing past him and making him tense and lift up his shoulders as wool appeared on all sides brushing past his sleeves.
As he heard Maea's voice he tried to stand (wobbling a little from the still-regular pulse of sheep) and turned to see her. "Oh, um, it's...it's alright!" He tried to reassure his friend, his confusion and panic seeping away at the sight of the familiar face.
She looked about how you'd expect someone who been chasing sheep to look. Sam closed his book and put it back in his satchel, then watched the sheep around them. "Do you...want any help?" He wasn't sure how to help in this situation, but he'd found he wasn't too bad at physical work if he had good instruction.
As he heard Maea's voice he tried to stand (wobbling a little from the still-regular pulse of sheep) and turned to see her. "Oh, um, it's...it's alright!" He tried to reassure his friend, his confusion and panic seeping away at the sight of the familiar face.
She looked about how you'd expect someone who been chasing sheep to look. Sam closed his book and put it back in his satchel, then watched the sheep around them. "Do you...want any help?" He wasn't sure how to help in this situation, but he'd found he wasn't too bad at physical work if he had good instruction.
No one can lift the damn thing
