While at first glance this appears to be a story about a sheep eating watermelon, I think the better story is actually the chickens. I took a not super ripe watermelon out to the barn thinking everyone could share it.
The sheep were all asleep so I quietly set it down for the chickens. Woody popped up immediately, came racing out and started gobbling it all up. Would he share it? No, he Woody not. The chickens were incredulous.
Note Gladys circling and circling while the others watch on in horror.
"I just can't believe this!"
"Come on, Woody. Just a little bit?"
"No."
"The nerve!"
Here comes Andy.
Would Woody share?
"I guess I'll just eat this piece of wilted lettuce."
And Gladys is back...
One last attempt.
"Please?"
"No."
I think I'd be a bit afraid to go to sleep tonight, Woody.
And I think I'll go get the girls their very own watermelon tomorrow.
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