A/N
This little fic was written for my friend, who is obsessed with sheep. It doesn't really make much sense, and it's supposed to be funny, so I hope I achieved this. Enjoy reading it! Reviews are always appreciated!
Yes Sigga (Rainbowdust), this is for you. I really do hope that you will stop talking about sheep every minute of every day now, but I doubt it. I hope you like it!
The Boy and His Sheep
"Mum please! Please can I keep her? Please mum, please!" Six-year-old James whined. Next to him, attached to a rope that was messily tied around the creatures belly, was a sheep. A full grown, furry, white sheep. Its wool was stained with mud and twigs were stuck in it too. James was clinging the rope tightly in his little hands, looking up at his mother with a pleading look in his eyes.
Ginny was looking at her son as if he went crazy. One second he was playing outside with his cousins, and the next he came back home with a sheep. A sheep. "James honey, where- how did you get that?" she asked. She should expect things like this by now, but her son sometime still managed to amaze her.
"I found it mum. It was stuck in the pond behind the house. I got it out safely," James exclaimed proudly, and Ginny realized that not only the sheep was covered in mud, but her son was too. "It was very hard, Louis helped me, but it was still hard. But we got her out. She looked hungry so I fed him some food. And then when we wanted to go back home it followed me. It followed me mum!" he grinned happily.
"So we got a rope and tied it around her stomach. We made sure it wasn't too tight, don't worry. And I took it to the Burrow. Lily wanted to put clothes on my sheep too, but I wouldn't let her," he continued, talking so fast like only a six year old boy could.
"So, after we tied that rope around her, I came here. I think she's still hungry, so I should go find some food soon for her," he added, nodding his head to himself. Ginny still hadn't said a word, watching her son like he grew a second head.
"Can I keep her mum? Please?" James begged again.
Ginny was still at a loss for words. It wasn't everyday that your oldest son came home with a sheep. She just nodded. James cheered, and pumped his little fists in the air, causing the rope to drop on the ground. He quickly got ito ff the floor again, and wrapped it around his hand.
He tugged on it and started to walk away again. "I'm going to call you Mango. Because I like mango's. Maybe I can find one now, and then you can taste it," he told the sheep. And as he did, Ginny Weasley just stood there, wondering what she did to cause this.