"So you do this all the time?" Clara asked, looking at all the sheep in the field in amazement. "With no hands? At all?"

Ben nodded. "Yup, being a plane has it perks. Don't need a crook. Just need to guide them along with my wings."

"Whoa…"

"Yup… Lot of down time though since my main job is to watch over them and such. Shearing and other matters are handled by the forklifts and huminids."

"Got ya… Can I play with them?"

"Of course. They're pretty friendly creatures… and some of them could use some grooming."

"I can do that then! I gotta do something!"

Ben chuckled. "Go on then. Grooming kit is back at the hangar."

Clara nodded, hurrying to the hangar and hurrying back to the field with the kit in hand. She went to the closest sheep she could find, a little lamb. She drew it to her with some food before starting to brush it.

"Let's get you all nice and soft."

The lamb relaxed into her as she continued grooming.

"That's it…"

Took a little bit before she was finished… and when she looked up she realized she wasn't alone with the lamb anymore. There were other sheep gathering around, all eying her. Clara gulped.

"Oh boy… What have I started?"

Ben had gone to other parts of the field to gather up some runaway sheep. When he came back… he found it hard to keep himself from laughing when he saw the situation Clara was in. She was completely surrounded by sheep who all seemed to be pushing and shoving trying to get her to brush them next.

"One at a time! One at time!" she said, trying to keep them in line. She looked over to Ben, relief in her eyes. "Oh good you're back… HALP!"

Ben shook his head, rolling over.

"I guess I should've warned you that sheep have a tendency to take note when someone is grooming other sheep… They'll want in."

"Ya think?" Clara fell over as a bigger sheep hopped on top of her, knocking her over. "Ack! Smothering! HALP! BEN!"

"Alright, alright." Ben rolled over, moving the sheep away from Clara with his wings. "Easy on the girl, I just adopted her, let's not kill her now."

Clara hopped onto Ben's left wing giving the sheep a look. "Demon sheep!"

"Not demon sheep my dear, spoiled sheep." Ben chuckled.

"... And I just enabled it." She deadpanned.

"Yup."

"... Well… At least I know how to get them to behave for me… They try to squish me… No more brushing!"

The sheep all seemed to let out a bah that sounded like a gasp.

"Oh yeah… they smart too."

Clara gave her best attempt at an intimidating look holding the brush up. "Listen up! You better be nice to me or no more spoilin'! I mean it!"

There was a chorus of bahs before the sheep scattered, going back to grazing. Ben chuckled, nuzzling Clara.

"That's my girl."

Clara giggled nuzzling back. "Thanks Ben… Love you."

"Love you too, Clara…"

Clara sighed happily before she got a sneaky look. "You know who else likes getting spoiled? … Huminids…"

"Oh I'm aware." Ben smirked. "And I'm not sure if you would be… I dunno… interested in cherry pie at Honkers…"

Clara's eyes widened. "Yes please! Pretty please?"

"You got it Clara."

"YAY!"