One day I was walking out on the moors, you know it is quite quiet out there.

Anyway I was walking like I normally do on Sunday afternoons, you know around four o'clock.

Anyway as I said I was just walking, letting the heather tickle my toes. Well I had just walked past old Will Coorwine's barn, of course you know what his place looks like, rattier than a sheet that has been thrown in a shredder. Oh his wife is always yelling at him, but I swear on my mother's grave that he is deaf!

You know one time I passed by there and I saw him tacking his boots to the side of his house, well you know I had to go over and ask him what he was doing. He just looked at me and said that he hated wet boots so he thought he would let them dry, well I told him that he should take them in the house and dry them by the fire, the mists up in these moors was to thick for them to dry outside. He just hung his head and said, "Me wife said if I ever put me boots by the fire again, she would put them in the stew and I would have to eat them."

Poor fool! I had to hug him after that. Of course you know just as well as me that you never eat Mrs. Coorwine's food, you could just get a bit of boot in your stew.

Oh, now where was I, oh yes. I had been walking out on those moors, I had just passed old Will Coorwine's barn, holding onto my nose for dear life, believe me you have never smelled anything like that barn before in your life.

Well, I was coming up on the 'Mother's Grace', you know that huge stone up on that hill. I don't know why anyone would put a stone on a hill, but according to the Historic society our ancient fathers did. I don't believe that for one minute.

Mrs. Forbes was telling me the other day that she heard from Mrs. Sargent that the stone was really planted there by the Historic society, because there had not been anything new found in years and sitting day after day in that dusty old building, counting and recounting stones, was becoming very boring.

But of course this is just what Mrs. Sargent said, and we all know that family is eccentric. Their oldest daughter is never seen during the day, but according to Mrs. Wallis she is always out dancing under the moonlight.

But then again Mrs. Wallis is simply weird.

Well now I got away from my story again. Ok, I had just came to the huge old or planted stone on the hill. Well I heard this weird noise coming from a little ways off. I decided to see what was going on. Well you know I'm no busybody, but just think what if someone was out there on the moors and hurt?

Not that I would know why they were out on the moors hurt. That is a very strange place to find yourself hurt. I mean, why would anyone walk out there do something stupid and get themselves hurt?

Anyway, I walked a little bit closer to the noise, but then I stopped. I don't really know why I did, but that is what I did. As I listened harder to the noise I realized it sounded quite like sheep laughing. Now this is of course a very strange thing to hear. Not just because it was out on the moors, but you know as well as I that sheep don't have reason to laugh, but I guess if they did this noise is what they would sound like.

Well I just had to find out what was going on, I mean if you heard that sound you would have to as well, I mean wouldn't you?!

Anyway, I walked even closer, now the noise that sounded like sheep laughing was even louder.

Though I should tell you at this point that I could not believe what I was hearing. And I'll tell you even now I can't really.

Well, I finally got to where the noise was from. And wouldn't you know what I saw! There in front of me was a herd or whatever you call them, of sheep. And wouldn't you know they were laughing.

But I'll tell you that was not the strangest thing! These sheep, though I don't know how, were slightly out of focus! All across the moor there were these little furry blurs, and all were laughing!

Well at this point I could not take it anymore. So I hurried home, well I had to after that, I mean!!!

Anyway I went into my sitting room and decided I needed a drink, so I pulled my bottle of scotch out of my petticoat and would you guess, it was empty! All of it gone.

Well all I can think that could of happened is one of those blurry sheep came up when I was not looking, stole my scotch, him and his friends drank it, and decided to give me back my bottle.

I know, I know you are wondering why in the world would they give me the bottle back, well they don't have any trash bins, do they?

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Author's Note: Ok just a bit of a rambling story. I know it has a sort of run on way about it, but it is suppose to be like that. I love writing these little rambling "tea time" stories. They remind me of the wild stories told by my great-grandmother.

This is basicly my style of humor. I'm not a big fan of lowbrow.