Little Bo Peep by Dani Brown

“Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.”

A man in a frilly blue calf length dress hides in the hedge of a Welsh farm and hums beneath his breath (he doesn’t realise he is doing it). Bet you can see where this is going? Just to be sure, allow me to elaborate. Although bestiality is illegal throughout Britain, some people flout these laws, mainly with sheep.

“And doesn’t know where to find them.”

This man knows exactly where to find the sheep. Hence hiding in a hedge in a Welsh farm. He left his car at the bed and breakfast and walked the three miles to the farm.

“Leave them alone.”

The man wanted out of the hedge but he had to make sure the farmer wasn’t around – farmers had guns and they don’t like it if someone fucks their sheep. They’ve even been known to shoot at their own sons for making love to the animals.

“And they’ll come home.”

The man in drag heard heavy boot steps on the dry earth. He backed into the hedge snagging the frills and lace on his blue dress. He was making far too much noise but maybe the person stamping on the dry earth wouldn’t notice. Or maybe it wasn’t the farmer come to check on his sheep and make sure the lambs’ virginity remained intact.

“Bringing their tails behind them.”

He heard a scuffing a little ways down the hedge. And coughing a little ways down the other side of the hedge.

“Little Bo Peep,” started up somewhere else and the man in the frilly blue dress realised he had been humming it all along.

It appeared he wasn’t the only person here to lift the tails of the sheep. But it could be a trap set up by the gun-wielding farmer. Those farmers were really smart when it came to ensuring the sheep weren’t violated. 

“Has lost her sheep.”

He could have easily dumped a recording into the hedge to lure potential sheep fuckers into a sense of safety.

“And doesn’t know where to find them.”

The fear of being caught and shot at made the dress wearing man really horny. His erection made his dress a few inches shorter in the front.

Lurking over there was a shadow – the long shadow of a man lacking a gun. The moon shone high in the sky, it was full. The dress wearing man could see the silhouette as it skipped towards the sheep. Too much joy was in that skip.

“Leave them alone.”

It wasn’t a farmer. Another silhouette joined it. This one was clearly a man with a very large, very erected cock. 

“And they’ll come home.”

The dress wearing man leaped out of the hedge and became another silhouette running beneath the light of the full moon towards the sheep. He wanted to bring one back to the bed and breakfast with him but then he would be arrested so he had to do the act in the field with all the other men hiding in the hedge.