The great sheep debate

A discussion between myself and two very interesting people I like to call my friends.

"Seems a bit cold."

"seems that way." I stretched my legs carelessley under the table in an effort to relieve built up tension in certain ligaments. It was period six, and my two companions were fresh, alert and ready to pay attention. I could not share their enthusiasm or their thirst for knowledge at that precise moment.

"Dude, write the stuff on the...oh, you've got it down." This rather brusque comment came from Joanna/Joona, whom was sitting closest to me. I smiled to myself as her wavy blonde hair bounced up and down with every vigorous penstroke taking form. There was always a sense of controlled urgency in the way she wrote. Although Joona was Polish, you could easily mistake her animated and precise hand movements as an Italian trait. You could also mistake her age, but that may be because she towered over people short in stature, namely me.

Rebecca, sitting opposite Joona, was not quite as tall, yet she was not vertically challenged either. In contrast, she posessed a chocolate tinge in her hair, although it was her eyes that would demand attention; they were hazel,  full of intrigue, sympathy and intelligence. I would definitley say that she was the nicest person i'd ever met.

"Liz." Joona shoved me gently out of my thoughts. Only then did I realize I had been staring at a blank page. Students block, you might say.

I suddenly tuned into a heated discussion between Rebecca and Joona, concerning a name I didnt recognise. Oh well, it was best to refrain until prompted.

"...he might even be a sheep." I heard Joona state calmly. Rebecca prepared a rhetort, when she had a light bulb moment.

"Shep," she carelessley stated.

"What?"

"Shep. you know, singular for sheep? If a group of sheep is 'sheep', then what do you call one on its own?"

"Sheep," I answered quizically, wondering where this trail of thought would end up.

"u-uh. Shep." She thought for a few moments. "Have you ever heard of a 'sheepard'? No, I didn't think so. But a 'shep' ard, yes, that makes more sense."

My logic kicked in." But if shep is one shee...shep, then wouldn't that mean the shepard herds only one, er, shep?"

"Huh." We all slunk back into our respective chairs, thinking over the argument presented by Rebecca. monotnous voices in the class interwined amongst our thoughts.

"Seems cold," I breathed, picking up my pen to write down endless notes.

Joona frowned, her body unmoving.

"seems that way."

Author's Note

Horrid attempt at humor. No reason for the photo. Actually, nonfiction is more suiting.

Reviews

[Becca]

Apologies for the multiple reviews.
What can I say, I like clicking?

It was an accident though, sorry :P

[Becca]

Heh heh heh.

That's my creepy cyber laugh, to let you know that I'm sitting at my computer idiotically grinning to myself.

Because of YOUR story. Or retelling of some embarrassingly true events.

I never get tired of this piece :) You wrote it VERY well, and might I say, you are incredibly generous with your compliments?

I now bid thee go write more pieces for me to heh heh heh at.

Xo

[Becca]

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[An Open Venue]

Cute :)