It’s Monday. Angus watches Shaun the Sheep. Then he watches the bonus Timmy Time episode that came with Season One. While he’s transfixed by all the sheep doings, I plop the Timmy I bought by his reading area. I can’t wait ‘til he sees it.
With a hop and a skip, I find a comfy, convenient resting spot where I curl up for a nice nap. My ears will tell me when Angus moves.
The T.V. turns off. I hear Angus humming the Timmy Time tune. Opening my eye I see him be-popping over. His hooves are in time with the beat. His elbows pop in and out and he has a skip in his step. He’s so engrossed in mentally reviewing the show, he doesn’t even see Timmy at first.
He stops. He’s sees it.
“Timmy?” His fore hooves go together. “Timmy.” It’s a hushed whisper, but I can hear it plain as anything.
He surges forward and gives Timmy a big hug. He never gives me a hug. Timmy is dropped like a wet blanket. Rams don’t give hugs. Sheep don’t give hugs. I can almost see that thought bubble appear over his head. He looks around to see if I noticed. I stay in pretend nap mode. He pats Timmy on the head. I can tell he’s pleased.
“What do you know about Timmy?” Angus has climbed up to my napping place. He doesn’t climb well. In fact, he’s out of breath.
“Timmy who?”
“Timmy!” Like there’s only one Timmy in the universe.
“Timmy?”
“The sheep. Like the lamb in Shaun the Sheep.”
“He’s a sheep.”
“That Timmy!” He wrestles my head so it’s aimed at his little living room. I notice he’s moved a chair in and Timmy is sitting in it. I also notice he’s not very strong.
“Oh. You have a Timmy.” I get up and jump down. Angus struggles to follow. He has to turn around and ease himself over the edge, his hind hooves dance in the air as his noodle arms try to hold him up. Finally he goes limp and drops.
“Thank you for the pillow,” he says as he lays there.
“No problem. Can I hug your Timmy?” I don’t wait for an answer. I’d rather hug a real sheep though. “Where did you get him?”
“That’s what I’m asking you for. I found him.”
“I told you can find cool things outside if you look.”
“I found him here.”
“In the chair.”
“Nae! Not in the chair. You had something to do with this Pawnee Kitty. I know you did.”
I don’t even bother answering. Seeing the latest copy of Croft and Pasture I pick it up. I put it down. Angus is fussy about his magazines. I hug Timmy again. If I’d gotten the bigger ones, they wouldn’t be so easy to hug. They’d also have all that machinery in them.
“Can I borrow him?”
“No. I need to know where you got him. I want to send one to the twins. It’s their birthday soon.”
I kinda remember that all sheep have their birthdays in spring. I bet the twins were born in April too. I also remember I can’t remember exactly when. Oh well. “Did you look on the Internet?”
“No. I want one with a pacifier. I want one exactly like the telly Timmy!”
I think I might be able to help him.
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