One cold, snowy night, there was a sheep waiting to be lambed. This sheep was black and white, it was a Jacob. I wondered if I should go and check the sheep.
“No, no need, is there?” questioned my brother.
“Hope not, it is very snowy out there, it is like a blizzard!” Explained Ben.
“It will be alright, don’t worry.” Olly replied so I went to bed.
After that, the wind woke me up. So I got up and shone the touch out of my bedroom window. All I could see was snow nothing else, but snow. Immediately, I thought, I’d better go and check the sheep. Quickly I got changed into my woolly jumper and jeans. I hurried down stairs, put my leggings and wellies on and a warm coat. I put my head torch on and quickly ran outside. I jumped into the mule and went to find the sheep in all the snow.
There were only five sheep they should not be too hard to find them. One, two, three, four, ou no there’s one missing! It had been about an hour and a half, it was so cold I was wet is was then it was, red I drove down to it was lambing! There was only one thing for it I had to lamb her.
Then suddenly, bang! Bombs were dropping , gun shots were fired. It was a terror attack, blood was slapping on my face then… “BAA! “Five lambs appeared. They were covered in blood, and one lamb once not breathing right. After a while the lamb was ok then there wool appeared. One was black one was white, the rest were black and white there were Jacobs. They all loved the grass on the farm, skipping around and playing in the grass until they got bigger and bigger.