Drive-by rec!
I think I've re-read this story about fifty times in the last two days . . . and all for just this snippet:
"Don't tell anybody or anything, Rodney," John said sarcastically, walking up the garage steps into the kitchen, "but it's not actually FBI procedure to shoot people in the neck willy-nilly. But we don't like that being too public in case the sheep get restless."
"Well, bleat bleat bleat!" Rodney shouted after him, storming into the kitchen, eyes blazing. "One incredibly malcontent sheep right here!"
*falls down laughing*
It's from Pru's sequel to Hindsight, and I swear to God . . . funniest thing. EVER.
Of course, the problem with reading wonderful stories by excellent authors is that I look at my own, pathetic little attempts and *weep*.
"Don't tell anybody or anything, Rodney," John said sarcastically, walking up the garage steps into the kitchen, "but it's not actually FBI procedure to shoot people in the neck willy-nilly. But we don't like that being too public in case the sheep get restless."
"Well, bleat bleat bleat!" Rodney shouted after him, storming into the kitchen, eyes blazing. "One incredibly malcontent sheep right here!"
*falls down laughing*
It's from Pru's sequel to Hindsight, and I swear to God . . . funniest thing. EVER.
Of course, the problem with reading wonderful stories by excellent authors is that I look at my own, pathetic little attempts and *weep*.