Wooly Winter Festival Sheep Race

Zogdor wrote:Zogdor looks around suddenly perplexed by something.

"Wait a minute! Where are the sheep?"

Desideratist wrote:Desi laughs...

"Did you bring one? Are we having a Sheep Show? Or perhaps a display of performing sheep?

I did bring a little one of mine... she didn't get on well with her mother, so I'm feeding her myself, and I couldn't bear to leave her at home. I left her running about outside in a pen... Come and see her! One of my Shetlands."

Fired with enthusiasm and knowing Zogdor to be a sheep fan, she pulls him by the jacket arm into the grounds and proudly shows off her lamb.



"I like goat kids too, but they have funny eyes. This one is called Shiner."

Zogdor wrote:Glad to see that He wasn't the only one to bring one of his ovine friends with him, Zogdor decided it was time to present the pride of his flock Look at this charming couple, their names are Eidur and Björk, I picked them up from an Icelandic trader a few months back. Let's have a most beautiful sheep competition

Desideratist wrote:Desi giggles at Zogdor.

"Miss Beautiful Sheep 1456? Do they have to wear evening dress?

They are very nice sheep though. The ewe is particularly perky-looking..."

Manerta wrote:Manerta chats a while with her niece, exchanging news. Then she looks around the tavern, that has have filled up with chattering and laughing guests. Manerta clinks her glass with her finger to gain attention.

'Dear fellow S.O.W members and dear guests, I'd like to welcome you all to the Wooly Winter Festival. Tonight we will have a delicious dinner with dancing all through the evening. And in the coming days there will be some contests and other fun around the S.O.W Guild Hall. The new guild Hall is one reason for our celebration. The other reason is that especially in the cold winter it is great to have warm wool of sheep and warm clothes woven by weavers. So what better time to celebrate than in the middle of winter? Let's all drink to sheep and all things wooly!'

Manerta raises her glass to salute the room and takes a few sips of the wine.

Desideratist wrote:Desi whispers to Zogdor... I think now may be the time.

"Ahem! The sheep fanatics of Staffordshire have a special surprise for you all. Sheep racing!"



"If anyone has brought a particularly speedy sheep, please bring them forward to be entered into the running... Zog is our resident doctor so will be checking all the entrants for health and doping before we begin... racing will start after we've eaten."

Zogdor wrote:ah the joys of a good old fashioned sheep race. Eidur's been looking forward to that all year long. He's been hard in training so expect some tough competition all those who dare to enter.

Desideratist wrote:"In addition to my lamb I have also brought my nippy little Shetland ewe, Morag. She's the winner. No doubt. Your Eidur's got all that hornage to cart around. His head's too heavy."

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the lovely Morag:"

Timari wrote:Sheep racing! Timari had entered the festival with perfect timing. It would warm her heart to see sheep race. Oh, the reveries that overwhelmed her, as she pictured her beloved sheep Bob, who had once raced so gallantly in the past. In her mind, Bob now raced in the heavenly sheepy lands, where there were no cooks or evil imperialist aunties to stand in his way.

With her now was her handsome and precious sheep, Bobby.


Bobby was a healthy sheep, as Timari made it certain that he would have a golden diet. He was not a professional racer though because Timari mainly kept him as a companion to spend her lonely and thoughtful moments with. Nonetheless, she would have Bobby try out for this race. Perhaps, Bobby might come out to resemble a racing characteristic that once were beautifully true in ol' Bob. Either way, seeing Bobby race would make her proud, whether he lazily ended up last or strided in with the sheepy win.

"Here is Bobby of the Phoenix family. He is merely a beginner for this race, but I'll be proud of him regardless of how he will do"

The lady Desi had brought for a beautiful and athletic ewe for the race. Timari had planned a match for Bobby with Suan's little lambs. But if this race, Desi's ewe come out the victor, Timari hoped perhaps Bobby might be a sheeply suitor to the victor.

Desideratist wrote:/ooc Sheep racing... now a sheep dating service!

Manerta wrote:Manerta hides a smile at Avis' fit of giggles and replies:

'Thank you Miss Bradshaw, I'm sure I will enjoy myself tonight. And I'm very pleased to meet you. Now I think we should all find a place to sit and start to eat before the food gets cold.'

Manerta is just about to sit down when Desi announces the sheep race. She grins at the prospect and claps with the other guests when the first racing sheep are paraded before them. Then she sits down to start on the delicious food, chatting with her neighbours about who will win the race and the favour of Desis ewe.

Desideratist wrote:Desi attaches a halter to her ewe, and brings her to one side.

"Come here Morag... stay away from those two rams... they've got a springtime look in their eyes. Keep your mind on the race, my woolly treasure...males are nothing but trouble."

---fromENAranion wrote:Watching as Avis coughs and splutters, Aranion couldn't help but laugh,

"I am so sorry for knocking you", he apologised. As she recovered, the servants came out carrying the food. Holding out a chair for her, Avis sat down with Aranion beside her.

As they started to eat the food, a line of sheep were paraded in front of them and a brief shadow of loss swept across Aranion's thoughts as he remembered Minty, the sheep that Avis had given him. 'Rest in Peace Minty, you would have loved the racing', he thought.

Looking at the contestants, he couldn't decide which looked the best and he hadn't really thought of racing sheep and so he didn't know what made a good runner, turning to Avis hoping that she could perhaps spread some light on the subject he asked,

"So which one do you like the look of then? You pick and I will place the wager."

---fromENAvis_Bradshawe wrote:As the sheep were paraded around the room Avis eyed each of them carefully. Her eyes had widened and her eyebrows had raised knowing Aranion would surely find a way to take credit if the sheep she chose won and even more sure he would tease her for the rest of eternity if it lost. She should probably back out of the task but she was not one to miss the opportunity to gamble a bit and she did love a good race.

She had no idea what made a sheep fast but after looking each over she pointed to one, smiled at Aranion, and asked,

"How about that one?"

She was pointing at the one who's owner was struggling to keep hold of. She thought for sure he was ready to run and if he ever got loose he would run like the wind. She giggled watching the owner of the excited sheep trying to regain control.

---fromENAranion wrote:"Good choice Avis, thats Morag I believe. Although those 2 rams look frisky enough. Hmmm?

Deciding to opt for the ewe, Aranion looks around to see if there isanyone else taking bets. Not noticing anyone in particular, he stands up and holding a small purse of money in his hand shouts to everyone,

"Ten pounds says the ewe Morag will win! Will anyone take this bet?"