Tuesday, May 09, 2006

I knew a girl once who studied French. She took countless classes in French grammar, phonetics, history. She studied abroad to become fluent in the beautiful French language. She lived with a French woman and ate French food. She rockclimbed in French. She sang in French. Finally, her year abroad came to a close. As she got off the plane, she saw her parents waiting there at the gate. She ran into their arms and kissed their tear streaked faces as she said,

"Mom and Dad, I want to herd sheep."

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Daughter Dearest,

As long as the're French sheep, I say whatever?

Love, p

11:51 AM  
Blogger Rae said...

High on a hill was a lonely sheapherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo...

so last weekend i was talking to someone at work about living else where... and I SAID "Yeah, if I was in Europe, i think i would want to live out in the country... be a sheepherd or something..." she didn't agree...

1:03 PM  
Anonymous alice aux pays de merveilles said...

Elêêêêêêêêêêêêêêêêonore, mon petit aaaaaaaaagneau! Mêêêêêêêêêêêêêêêê! Tu êêêêêêêêêêêêêêêê mon petit aaaaaaaaagneau! Mêêêêêêêêêêêêêêêê!

10:30 AM  

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