Day 17.13

He made me promise, but I can’t help it. As we drive between the sheep paddocks a mischievous smirk comes from the driver’s seat. His hand presses on the horn and sheep do as sheep do. One starts to run and the rest follow. The whole herd leaves naught but dust behind in their scurry and Chewie has a satisfied smile on his face.

"Hehe". Sorry, no pics.