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People noticed my last story, so I decided to type up another one!
I was born into a town of about seven, and the Eve had already passed. I was a little blonde girl who had been named 'Mary'. This name was hilariously fitting, as I had planned to tend to the sheep that the town had. I had spent my childhood repairing the pen, expanding the pen, and feeding the sheep and their lambs until the entire pen was filled to the brim with fluffy, white sheep. But something was... missing. Mutton! There was an old man around town who had a knife always stored in his backpack, so I had decided to ask him for it. I suppose my demonic smile set him off, as he declined to hand over the knife. That was when I made the second knife. Then came my first act of terror that shook the town, shortly followed by the next. The old man had killed one of my sheep. My people! He had harmed a soul of my small town without my permission! Needless to say, I stabbed him. His last words were 'I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST U'. The town gaurd happened to see this, and asked why I had killed the old man. I told the guard 'HE HAD KILLED ONE O' 'OF MY PEOPLE'. He caught on and tried to shoot me, but first he had to walk around the fence, which gave me time to stab him. His last words were 'F### U'. I didn't hide the old man's knife or the guard's bow and arrow, despite the knowledge that everybody had known what I did. How else would they deal with griefers? Two more people killed a citizen of sheepville, and those two had died. One more person tried to end my reign of terror. They didn't know that they had to right click on me. I was feared through out the town, but aside from this, everything went on almost as normal. I wore nothing but a sheep skin, as that is all I had needed. I WAS a sheep. Time flew by, and eventually I was a weak old fart. I had seven children, though only my youngest son and second youngest daughter had lived. And by 'raised', I mean that I gave them a name and dropped them off by the fire with the other kids before abandoning them. My daughter, however, began to follow me after growing hair. At first, I was very suspicious, and contemplated stabbing her. That was, until she asked, 'CAN U' 'TEACH' 'HOW TO' 'SHEPHE' 'RD?'. An apprentice! I enjoy taking apprentices, so I gladly accepted. I taught her everything I knew about caring for sheep, from building a pen to stabbing anybody who killed a sheep without permission. I can't remember what I named her, but I do remember that she kept my last wish. My last wish was for her to carry on my reign, and raise the sheep with the power of the blade in her hand. I told her to raise kids like I had, and to take an apprentice when wshe got old. She accepted. Life was good. I told her to stab me, and stab me she did. "C U MOM" "TAKE CARE, (name)" "LUV U".
Moral of the story: Don't mess with the shepherd.
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