How Covid Divides

What are you thinking big man?

What am I thinking?

Look at me, take a look. What do I look like?

Hair all over the bloody place. I am leader of the herd, the tourists like taking my photograph. I have a position to maintain, my reputation to consider. It’s alright for you.

I am not one o’ they scruffy, artificial beach donkeys.

Back and forward, up and down the same bit of sand for hours on end. Imposters!

No, I am the real thing. Hard working, pulling carts, carrying hay, everything. I hardly get a break. Then they feed me oats and carrots.

I’ll tell you what I am thinking. When are the barbers going to start cutting our hair again? That’s what I am thinking.

Its all to do with bats. Well, I think the farmer said that. Not sure.

No, I don’t think he meant cricket bats or baseball bats. And something else, he said something about hovid, hovis, something like that? With all this hair in my ears I can hardly make him out.

Does not matter what he said, we are still stuck in this field and forced to wear a mask. They will not let me go anywhere until I wear one. Not that I could get over this barbed wire fence anyway.

Have you tried wearing a mask? Nearly had my bloody eye out. No, it is not good enough.

Have you got a pair of scissors, you could cut my hair. Anyway, where did you get your hair cut? You could have said.

On second thoughts, don’t bother. I’ll just stand here and look over this fence and don’t you ask me what I am thinking again. You are nothing but an annoying sneaky wee scunner. In fact, away and look over your own fence and stop bothering me.

And tell that sheep to sod off . Another imposter, I’ve no’ seen her wearing a mask. Sneaking about as though she owns the place.

Bloody lockdowns!