Day 1
I cannot remember where I was the last time I was conscious. All that I can remember is the voice of a girl luring me with a delectable piece of wheat. Her voice was sweet and I was named "The Majestic Pink Sheep." Now here I am, lying in a fenced field with other Technicolor sheep. They all welcomed me and showed how this was the life; fresh water everywhere with plenty of grass and chicken neighbors. I could see purple, white, black, blue, yellow, red, and orange sheep running around. It wasn't very crowded though.
It seemed as if the chickens and sheep were connected in some way. They sent reports to each other about the wild and then civilization. It took me awhile to notice the gigantic village standing north of our lonely fenced in field. The grass crunched beneath my feet and ditches filled with water were all around. I was surprised the sheep already living here had enough coordination not fall in these holes. The same girl came by the sheep pen to feed us wheat and have us "breed." I shall call her Master.
For the rest of the day, she brought in more sheep and chickens and bred us. We saw her cutting down trees in the distance and fight off "creepers." The rest of the day went on like this and eventually, the population as doubled.