Two-shakes was a very old sheep. Two-shakes had been around for a long as any of the other barn yard animals could remember. In fact, it was said that when Two-shakes was just a little lamb that her father had gotten up every day to push the sun over the hill to light up the day. Of course, Two-shakes would neither confirm nor deny if this story was true but Carle had his doubts. But Carle had decided that he was a young cat and these matters were best left to others, at least as long as the sun was up every day.
That evening as Carle approached Two-shakes’ wide pasture area he noticed that Two-shakes was chewing on a bright flower. “Where did you get treat today?” asked Carle. “Well...”said Two-shakes, “I found it on the edge of the fence when I took my afternoon stroll. You know, the grass is always greener on the other side!” Carle shook his head in amazement at Two-shakes wise saying. “I have a question for you Two-shakes.” “Go ahead,” replied the old sheep. “Well, two-shakes I was wondering why I couldn’t have been a ferocious bull instead of a silky-soft cat.” “That is a very good question, Carle,” replied Two-shakes swallowing the blade of grass.