there's a piece of you in every song I sing

On the way to Lynx and Grepper's house, there's a field that's owned by a farmer. And he's got all these sheep there, lounging around eating grass. I always stop to look at them when I'm with David, because when you're little everything is so fascinating. Volla, Lumba, David and I had been on a trip to the local coffee shop one day, when we walked past this field on our way home. The sheep were gone, which was a bit stupid, as we were trying to keep David awake in his stroller (he doesn't take afternoon naps anymore, because then he doesn't sleep well throughout the night) by entertaining him with the sheep. But we didn't think more about it, because sometimes they go into the little forest and do whatever sheep do. And we didn't think more about it until we had walked past the field, and past a lot of houses, when Lumba suddenly stopped and pointed to the army of sheep that had somehow managed to escape the fenced field, and were currently snacking on grass in someone's garden. We were a bit bewildered, because, what do you do when (if) you see a flock of sheep on the run? Well, after a bit of a brain storm, Volla called her friend who sent her the number to the farmer who owns the sheep. Because in a small town like this, you do apparently have the number to the farmer in town. We called the farmer, and he jumped right into his car and drove to where we were still stood, a bit stunned. He got out of the car, emitting a very relaxed attitude, despite saying this had never happened to him before. Then he let his dog out of the car and blew in a whistle. And all of a sudden they were all running. Poor lamb fell down on it's four legs, before it scrambled up again and ran after the others. With the speed they were running, I was a bit scared there would be some kind of accident with oncoming cars. But we didn't hear more about it, so I reckon nothing happened. And well, that's another snippet from my trip in April.