When there is no water left, we'll leave. Until then, we ration what we pull from the well. Three-quarters of a bucket for drinking (a full one when the day gets above 90 degrees, which is happening ... [+]
Susan Lendroth's story, "Father Renaud's Rainbow Sheep," is in Short Circuit #03, Short Édition's quarterly review. Susan writes for both adults and children, including a number of picture books. She loves history, mystery and science, and is sometimes overtaken by rhyme even when she tries to escape!
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"Baa, baa, baaaaa" bleated Sally. "Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah," she complained. "Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks... WHOOPS!" The stone beneath Sally's hoof teetered, then tottered, then turned entirely over, pitching her down the wet, mucky hillside. "You've got a grass stain! You've got a grass stain!" laughed the flock. Sally peered at the large green spot on her fluffy rump. "I LIKE it!" she said. The other sheep compared Sally's green splotch with their own plain wool. Then one sheep, and another, and another, and finally the entire flock, slid,