So this week I couldn’t decide. Which one do you like better?
Panting, Jenny ran into the field. Trees across the field provided the best hiding spot. She dashed across clover, stumbling over dips and stumps, collapsing against bark. She peered around the tree to see if anyone had followed her.
Giggles trailed through the air as Marie ran into the field, head swiveling wildly.
“Henry! I see you–out! Jill–I see your pink behind that log! You’re out too.”
Jenny slid down the trunk, cursing Marie’s eyesight. Her turns as ‘it’ were always the quickest.
Marie’s voice came closer. “I spy with my little eye–Jenny! Let’s Hole up again.”
The dog bounded across the field, circling the sheep as they darted towards the bridge. Expertly he reeled in a straggler. Another burst away from the flock.
The dog swiftly proved he was faster than the lamb, herding it back to the bridge with the others. His brown fur flashed as he passed through shafts of sunlight. The herd jumbled as they hit the bridge, but he pushed them all gently across it.
The farmer walked up, putting a callused hand on his head, ruffling the dog’s ears.
“Well done, boy.”
Then he sat, tongue lolling as he panted happily.