Another animal attack
If it isn't bloody wasps (mentioned earlier), it's bloody sheep. At the tender age of 8, I was on a school trip to Padley Gorge and the Burbage Valley (something to do with celebrating the Padley Martyrs- all I knew is that it was deathly dull- Catholicism does not an interested child make!). Later on in the day, we all went for a picnic. I was minding my own business, like the good little Catholic child I was, and then out of nowhere I got got mugged by a Protestant Ninja Sheep (fancied itself a baaaadass I guess), personally trained by Martin Luther. What did it steal? My banana. Bastard. Now whenever I see anything remotely ovine I yell "mint sauce!!" at the top of my voice. It tends to shock people right at the start of lambing season, but they have never had to put up with the horror (or for that matter humiliation) of being mugged by a sheep.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 9 Jun 2005, 1:09, Reply)