Everyone else had gone. The remaining four looked out the window and watched as it crossed the road.
“Stay very quiet,” whispered Roland. “It won’t find us here, provided we remain quiet.”
Maureen started to shake.
They watched silently as the sheep walked to the front of the house.
“Move to the back of the house. We’ll make our escape from there,” ordered Roland.
Upon opening the back door, the last four human survivors knew this was their final day. In the field now in front of them stood one hundred man-eating sheep.
The tide had turned.
***
This was written in response to the “Why Did The Sheep Cross The Road?’ writing prompt set by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo.
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Love the twist, Hugh. Very clever…:)
Cheers, George. Glad you enjoyed this piece of Flash Fiction from the dark side.
Good one Hugh. The tide had turned indeed. And I was going to have lamb chops tonight.
I hope the lamb chops were good, John? Now start looking over your shoulder every time you go out, especially if near any fields of sheep. 😬
Yeah, I decided to do chicken instead. I’m bigger than a chicken
But are you faster? 😀
I never tire of end-of-the-wooled stories. (Urgh on me!) Bad puns entirely in the spirit of your funny and definitely not-bad story, Hugh! Good one!
lol, Oh I do like a good pun, Leigh. There’s no pulling the wool over your eyes. 😬
Glad you enjoyed this bit of a shocker of flash-fiction.
Yeah, and she took a cute photo, too. Around here, there are mostly runaway chickens and a few dogs (and cats) here and there. There actually is a Corgi down the street, too. He’s a cutie.
Is he a Pembrokeshire or a Cardiganshire corgi?
Hugh, I’m thinking Max’s a Pembrokeshire, because of the white in his coat. To be honest, I’ve never noticed his tail. I don’t think it’s docked, but a full curly tail. He’s predominately red/orange. He’s a little gruff-seeming, likes to bark and nose around the neighbor’s chickens (so I’ve heard), but a sweet dog. I love dogs!
He sounds charming, Leigh. The Cardigan corgi (like Toby) is a bigger dog than the Pembrokeshire. In the UK, it’s now illegal to dock any dog’s tail, so Pembrokeshire corgis now come with their tails as well. I’m exactly the same and a big fan of dogs. Just by owning one gets can sometimes get you lots of attention when out walking and I’ve got so many great ideas for short stories and posts just from talking to other dog owners. Here in the UK, the corgi is now on the vulnerable breeds lists (only 99 pups born in 2014).
Hugh, you should write a history of corgis. I really had no idea it was as fascinating as it is, including the “fairy” aspect that corgis are special companions, friends/protectors, and mounts to fairies. Very cool!
Ooo! I never knew that, Leigh. Toby will be so pleased to hear he is a protector.
Well, so says Wikipedia, in or near the last graf. I’m not sure how well they sourced that entry, as I didn’t look at the refs at’all. Do check it out, though. Says the ‘blaze’ on corgis represents the reins that fairies used to use when riding the corgis in the olden, magical days. Awesome, isn’t it?! :)
HaHA! What a brilliant take on the prompt, Hugh! :-)
Thanks, Judy. Now you now what to do next time you encounter sheep. Run!
HaHA! And here’s me thinking that you Welsh (Mr Grump is also Welsh) are rather partial to sheep!!! :-)
We are, especially when mint-sauce is involved. 😀
Man eating sheep! My goodness. Life in the country is starting to get deadly!
Indeed, and in the City Farms as well. 😈
Love this take!!!
I had to throw in a dark side one, Ritu. 😈
Well there are two sides to everything!
Sometimes four? 😀
Indeed!!!! Or 5, 6, 7… we could go on…!
Oh… so good! I was smiling about the four running away from a sheep… until the last two lines! 😃
Yes, started out as a comedy, Erika, then the dark side took me over 😈
It is so funny because the same happened to me when I was writing my poem for today. During writing the direction spontaneously changed. I love that!
Baa-aa. The tide had turned. Run for your lives.
A delicious read, Hugh. :-) <3
Indeed. Or run for the hills? Oh, wait a minute, Sheep like hills, don’t they?
Thanks, Tess.
Excellent writing, Hugh. Have missed your posts during my ‘exile’ from blogland.
Thanks, Lucile, and welcome back. A break from blogland is often very good to take. I’ve taken a few myself, but can never stay away long enough. 😀
Sheep says “ok chicken, watch and learn, this is how you cross the road”
I do like your story it has a lot of suspense.
And who would have thought that sheep could cause so much suspense, Carol? 😀
Not man, eating sheep, but man eating sheep.
Thought it very humorous, in a twisted roast dinner kind of way.
*giggles* 😇
So did I while writing it. Never read about man-eating sheep before although I believe there is a horror movie about some sheep going on the rampage in New-Zealand. Heavens forbid.
I actually enjoy eating sheep, especially if pierced with garlic and rosemary and served with minted peas…
So do I. I like mine with mint sauce as well. We have Rosemary and Mint on tap in the garden.
Funny that? I only have water in my tap… sorry this writing with humour is sending me quite mad. 😇
Lol, now here’s a story! Do you know, the funny thing is, you have no idea how close to the truth this could be!! There’s a conspiracy around sheep. Supposedly they aren’t native to Earth, the Annunaki brought them here…. so the saying goes anyway.
What? Are you serious? That’s why I’ve never trusted sheep. Our last house was even insulated with their wool. No wonder we wanted to get out of there fast.
Deadly serious! I’ll see if I can dig out my notes. Learnt it a long time ago tho so will take me a while!
LOL! And this is why I don’t eat lamb :)
You’re lucky, but do you eat fish, chicken or cucumbers? Better watch out if you do 😈
Love it! To think I thought my take on it was sinister :P Don’t think we will ever trust sheep again! Great Job KL <3
When I read your piece of flash fiction this morning I thought you’d certainly beaten me to the dark side KL.
It’s another case of man-bites-dog … but even worse!
Indeed, Marilyn. Let’s hope the sheep never do bite back.
Well that was unexpected, Hugh! But I guess us women are ok if they’re only man eating sheep…
You know I almost replaced man-eating with flesh-eating, but then I remembered it was International Women’s Day, Ali. How could I? 😀
I know you live out in the countryside, so just be very careful when coming into contact with any sheep.
Lol! You are such a lovely man! You get an extra hug on 11th June for that. Fortunately, we are mostly cattle farms around here…
Well, I wouldn’t stop looking over your shoulder at those cattle either, Ali. 😀
Looking forward to all the hugs.
Hmmm… they do have bigger teeth!
Man-eating sheep! Superb piece here, Hugh.
Yes, let’s hope it never, never comes true, Michelle. My mind wanders all over the place with some of these writing prompts.
Apocalyptic sheep!!! LOL
Only the Welsh ;)
Well, it doesn’t help when Sue posts photos of sheep, Richard. I just couldn’t resist 😀
You did good :)
Can I be the first to comment on a Welshman writing about sheep… ? :-) Great little twist!
You can and you are, Al. 🐑 Sue kind of had my arm twisted with the photo she posted. Let’s hope the sheep stay friendly down here in Wales.
I’m going to exercise a rare restraint here and not comment further! (I’m a Gloucester-lad, born and raised with Welsh sheep jokes!) :-)
I probably heard most of them, Al. No wonder there’s more sheep in Wales than Humans. 😀
Brilliant, Hugh! thank you so much :)
You’re welcome, Sue. Told you it was a little different, but’s it very me 😀
Thanks for reblogging.
You’re a dark horse really, aren’t you, Hugh? :)
Or should that be a dark sheep (in this case)? 😀
Quite possibly :)