16/06/2026
🐑🍺 Meanwhile at Snakeweed Flats...
The boys were eating grass.
Karen was causing drama.
And Kewpie was helping herself to my alcoholic ginger beer.
To be clear, this wasn't an accident.
There was no curiosity involved.
There was certainly no misunderstanding.
Kewpie knew exactly what she was doing.
I've raised plenty of animals over the years, but she's the first one who's looked me dead in the eye while stealing my drink and acted like I was the problem.
The thing about Kewpie is that she has never once asked herself whether she should.
Only whether she can.
Some sheep wake up each morning hoping for fresh grass and a peaceful life.
Kewpie wakes up each morning and dreams of committing minor crimes and seeing what happens.
The worst part is she wasn't even sneaky about it.
She had a few slurps, got caught red-handed, and then looked genuinely offended when I confiscated the evidence.
Honestly, if Kewpie had opposable thumbs, we'd all be in serious trouble.
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