The sheep gazed up at the wide open skies above her. The sun was shining and the clouds drifted by like soft balls of cotton wool.
A fly circled around her head, buzzing. She flicked her ears and it flew away.
“How marvellous it would be to fly like… a fly!” Montella said. “All that sky to explore. I wish I had wings!”
“A sheep with wings? What a silly idea!” quacked Albert the
