asking if I could feed the sheep a neighbor owns. I am in Slovakia.
called Babka from the living room,"Ale ti musiesh est z ya."
Yes! I could go
feed the sheep as long as I stayed with Babka.
on my tennis shoes, pulled open the door and went outside. The second I stepped outside, I felt the
usual moist welcoming breeze on my face.
It felt nice to be in Slovakia. I
ran down the steps and through the garden, dodging apple trees, zipping past
berries and carrots, and finally arriving at the dirt patch I have to cross to
get to the sheep. I looked down at the
dirt by my shoes. Babka looked down at
my shoes, and noticed they were tennis shoes.
musiesh nociet gumachki po blato," Babka told me. "Hot zmenit tvoe topanki."
Great! I always
have to wear rainboots. It would be nice
to wear tennis shoes for a change. I
trotted up the stairs of Babka's house, pushed open the door, and went
inside. Five minutes later, I came out of the house in my rain boots that
were too big for my feet, ran down the stairs, through the food-filled garden
and back to the patch of dirt where Babka was waiting for me. Babka held my hand and toghether we crossed
the patch of dirt, and to the sheep concealed behind a wire fence.
saw the four sheep running over to me.
There were three grown sheep, and one lamb. I scooped up some leaves off the ground and
stuck them through the wires of the fence.
The sheep fought each other to get the leaves
first, and the biggest one ended up munching on them, with the rest of the
sheep glaring at it with jealousy. I
bent down to pick some more leaves off the ground to feed the sheep.
down the fence calling "Ovetchki, pot tie siem."
All of a sudden, a brilliant thought came to me. I thought it would be nice to feed the lamb a
bit. I scooped up some more leaves off
the grass, then stuck them through the fence.
The little sheep came forward, but only a little too slowly, for a grown
sheep beat the lamb to me and snatched the leaves from my hands. I picked ten more leaves, but this time I was
going to feed them to the lamb one at a time.
I stuck a leaf through the fence, although it might have been at the
wrong time. A sheep that definetly was
not the lamb had taken the leaf from me.
called Babka,"Este yeden minut."
Oh no! I only had
one minute to feed that tiny little lamb.
I had to do everything carefully.
one more second, and the big sheep went away.
Only the little lamb stayed.
Perfect. I stuck all the leaves
through the wire fence. The lamb got the
leaves! Best of all, the big sheep would
never know what has happened.
Babka had just called out right after the lamb had taken
the leaves out of my hands. It was time
to go back to Babka's house.
way back, I asked Babka if we could go back tomorrow. She said we can, and that we will stay longer
Babka," I said. "Thank
you." Those minutes with sheep were very fun, even though they seemed