Sheep. Sheep everywhere. Sheep as far as the eye could see. Fluffy white balls of joy littered the countryside outside the car window, and honestly America couldn't be more bored if he tried. Why he had agreed to visit New Zealand at his place again he would never know.
"Um, I don't want to sound like a sheep hater, but why are there so many sheep around here? Where are all the people? Did the sheep eat them? Do you have a bunch of killer sheep rampaging across the countryside, devouring innocent people who get in their way?" America rambled as he tried not to go insane from boredom.
"America, have you been talking too Steven King again?" New Zealand asked with a grin.
"No." America said as he tried to count the sheep that they passed.
"Well, then you should. That sounds like an interesting plot for one of his books." New Zealand said as he imagined a group of fluffy sheep on a murderous rampage. (He couldn't, seeing as sheep are too cute to ever do such a thing.)
"But really dude, why are there so many god damn sheep around here. This is as bad as South Dakota and cows." America sighed as he gave up counting the sheep.
"Well, there are 70 million sheep in my country. In comparison, there are only 4 million people who live in my country. That means for each person, there are about 17 sheep." New Zealand said with a shrug.
"Dude, you need to create an army of sheep, and attack England." America said with a grin. "I could bring cows, Canada could bring moose, Australia could bring his kangaroos, and you could bring sheep. We could take over England with our army of adorable animals."
"I really like that idea." New Zealand chuckled as he imagined leading an army of sheep.
A/N: Well, I really enjoy writing about the strange things about America, (one of my other stories I'm working on for those who don't know), so I thought, "Hey, why not write about the strange things about the world?" So get ready to learn about the strange things about our world!