Toussaint worked out on the hot day. Another sandstorm had hit, ending about an hour again; he'd been cleaning the sheep since. Their wool was orange with the cating of sand, as well as the house, and just about everything else. First he changed the muddied water, then the food. When he was done with the animals, he'd have to tend the house and do this and that. Aldéric was off at his school, and his parents, they were trying to have a good time. They left before the sandstorm, so either they were on their way, thought he could handle it, or were in an area where it hadn't come. Either way, he was on his own for this task.
He listened to the occasional bleat of the sheep as he washed the third on he could find. It was not easy cleaning a lamb. Their wool was thick, very much so, it took a good deal fo time to get it together without matting it too much, or missing an area. They'd unmat it all when it was time to sheer them, but, he liked to keep their warm fur when he could, and while he could. He pulled back the sheep as it tried to step out of the tub he situatated it in. This one, was named Vince, after a friend that his parents knew years back. He was the sone of Yule and William, the first two that they had. Vine bleeted, his voice blending in witht he others.
Toussaint glanced to the side and watched as they all walked around in little herds. One in a group, and the other ones in others. A few had strayed from theres to get a drink, some were eating a few, and one other was staring off, as if distracted by something. He chuckled at the young lambs actions and turned his head away, going back to Vince, the most important one, at the moment.
He listened to the occasional bleat of the sheep as he washed the third on he could find. It was not easy cleaning a lamb. Their wool was thick, very much so, it took a good deal fo time to get it together without matting it too much, or missing an area. They'd unmat it all when it was time to sheer them, but, he liked to keep their warm fur when he could, and while he could. He pulled back the sheep as it tried to step out of the tub he situatated it in. This one, was named Vince, after a friend that his parents knew years back. He was the sone of Yule and William, the first two that they had. Vine bleeted, his voice blending in witht he others.
Toussaint glanced to the side and watched as they all walked around in little herds. One in a group, and the other ones in others. A few had strayed from theres to get a drink, some were eating a few, and one other was staring off, as if distracted by something. He chuckled at the young lambs actions and turned his head away, going back to Vince, the most important one, at the moment.