I was teetering on the edge of dreamland, you know, that delightful zone where you’re sorta awake but mostly halfway to Snoozeville, when chaos exploded outside. Suddenly, it’s a hoofed stampede. I check the barnyard camera and see the sheep racing around like they’re auditioning for Fast & Woolly. A few brave woolly warriors are frozen, staring into the barn like it’s a scene from Nightmare on Ewe Street. Curiosity wins. I haul myself out of bed, skip the coat because apparently, I enjoy suffer

Heh, heh... he said "penetrate"Ewe know what he means.