RUSTIC
Afternoon.
CITY GENT
Ah, lovely day isn't it?
RUSTIC
Ar, 'tis that.
CITY GENT
You here on holiday?
RUSTIC
No, no, I live 'ere.
CITY GENT
Oh, jolly good too. I say, those are sheep, aren't they?
RUSTIC
Ar.
CITY GENT
Yes, yes of course, I thought so... only... er why are they up in the
trees?
RUSTIC
A fair question and one that in recent weeks has been much on my mind.
It's my considered opinion that they're nesting.
CITY GENT
Nesting?
RUSTIC
Ar.
CITY GENT
Like birds?
RUSTIC
Exactly. Birds is a key to the whole problem. It's my belief that these
sheep are labouring under the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe
their behaviour. Take for a start the sheeps' tendency to hop about
the field on their back legs.
(off-screen baa-ing)
Now witness their attempts to fly from tree to tree. Notice that they
do not so much fly as...plummet.
(Sound of sheep plummenting)
CITY GENT
Yes, but why do they think they're birds?
RUSTIC
Another fair question. One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature
of the air. They have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple
act of perching.
(crash)
As you see. As for flight, its body is totally unadapted to the problems
of aviation.
Trouble is, sheep are very dim. Once they get an idea in their heads,
there's no shifting it.
CITY GENT
But where did they get the idea?
RUSTIC
From Harold. He's that sheep over there under the elm. He's that most
dangerous of animals - a clever sheep. He's the ring-leader. He has
realized that a sheep's life consists of standing around for a few months
and then being eaten. And that's a depressing prospect for an ambitious
sheep. He's patently hit on the idea of escape.
CITY GENT
But why don't you just get rid of Harold?
RUSTIC
Because of the enormous commercial possibilities should he succeed.
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