theprof00 on 27 January 2012
The sheep were showing signs of wear. Many were talking of futility and lost hope. The future wasn't looking bright for many of them. Their locks were ragged, and their horns seemed to be somehow old and fragile looking.
It had been days since Vincent had shown any interest.
"it's all over, I can't go on"-
"I just can't think of any new tactics"-
"I'm gunna push them all off"-
"How did it come to this?"-
These whispers floated through the air like harmless rustling leaves, while the sheep lay akimbo on the concrete staging area.
Vincent, having just recently arrived at the platform, glanced at the sheep. "What cowards", he thought. "A man must choose his own path, and boldly seize his future. These guys belong here...but I don't."
With that thought, he walked up to the confessional confidently. He pulled aside the heavily ornamented cloth and stepped in with a defiant, "Let's do this", and entered the next stage.
Day 4 Start!
