This is the story of Hobbles the sheep. Once long ago, Hobbles was born on a butcher’s farm. Day by day, Hobbles would watched as his fellow sheep, including mother, father, family, and friends, were brutally slaughtered in front of his own eyes. One day, a fine gentleman came to the butcher’s house, and as he ate up the delicacy that once was Hobbles mother, he said to the butcher, “I would like to by the wee sheep over yonder!”. And it was so. Hobbles had drempt this day would come; the day he would escape the horrid scenes he would witness. Finally, Hobbles would escape the terror. To Hobbles sad surprise, the butcher took him to the slaughter alter… to be killed for the gentleman to eat! With his fast thinking, Hobbles narrowly missed death’s blade as he slipped from the butcher’s meaty hand. He ran to the country with only a missing ear and a scar on his temple to show reminiscence of his past. Hobbles eventually took shelter in a barn of a small brick home not far from a foreign village. All night, he was tortured with blistering winds, rouged temperatures, and mice nipping at his fleece. The next day, Hobbles went from home, to home searching for a place he would live. Every door slammed, every foot kicked, ever voice yelled, “Shoo!” as Hobbles came to their gates. No one wanted a dirty, bloody sheep. With no hope left, he entered into the territory of the foreign village. To his pleasure and delight, someone ran to him and took him home immediately. This is what he’d always wanted!A caring family to take care of his broken soul. But, alas, it was not to be. Hobble’s new owner Vlrak was a corn farmer, and forced Hobbles to pull the machine that sowed the ground and planted the seeds. Whenever Hobbles would grow weary, or was to small and weak to pull the equipment, he would be beaten til he was injured. Do not go wrong, dear readers, Hobbles story worsens on! The village in which Hobbles had become a citizen of was a village that used animals as money! Vlrak would go to the stands to buy his goods. “That vill be two chickens myster.” the merchant replied one day. Vlrak did not have enough chickens with him. “Sorry Hobbles….” is all he said, and Hobbles could only reply with a sad “Baaaaaa” fir he knew his fate. Hobbles got his name from the village folk for these incidents, as he Hobbled around on his remaining two limbs. Eventually, as Vlrak’s farm became poor due to Hobbles’ inability to plant enough corn from his sever beatings, Hobbles was used to buy all of Vlrak’s food, until he was nothing but a living torso on the mud-caked of Vlrak’s home. As Vlrak collapsed dying of malnutrition, the last words to leave his lips before passing were, “Hobbles, you’re not good for anything.” And then he died. Hobbles squirmed over to his dead master’s corpse, and while gentle nudging it with his head, emitted a sad, mournful “Baaaaaa”… then proceeded in his master’s footprints to die at his side in a pool of blood.