The sheep, tired of having their colleagues mauled at night, decided to hatch a plot against Lyco, the wolf. Starting early in the morn, when they knew Lyco was sleeping, seven of them sheared off all their fur, and using stripped twigs, knitted a long belt, and a hood. Concurrently, the other sheep quietly traipsed through the forest, sniffing around, and eventually found the wolf’s den and reported back.
The stealthiest of the sheep, Mortimer, followed the paths back to the wolf’s den, pulled the hood over Lyco’s head, tied it on tightly around his neck and yelled! Fire! Fire! Earthquake! Alien invasion! AAAAAAGGGHHHH!” His blood-curtling bleats woke Lyco up and he bolted out through the forest, smashing his head blindly into tree trunks, getting covered in mud, and eventually fell down a ravine, fracturing his snout and jaw. From that point forward, he had to eat porridge and bananas.
The sheep spoke for years about the big wolf Lyco, and the day Mortimer pulled the wool over his eyes.
Woo. Comes from sheep; goats. makes clothing, which then dresses people. Dressed people function in society. Naked people function in nudist societies. what is “society” anyway? A bunch of people who think they can just tell you what to do.
“You pulled the wool over my eyes for the last time,” Mrs Kitrich yelled down the stairs. If steam could have actually poured out her ears, it would have done so right then. For years, her husband had told her that the best way for husbands and wives to sleep well was to peck each other goodnight and then go to their separate bedrooms because that way they would both sleep soundly. “But I just read Ashley’s “Glamour” magazine. And I’ve learned,” Mrs. Kitrich shouted again. “It’s not solitude and quiet that help you sleep better. It’s regular orgasms.”
i love it, i don’t know, I don;t even talk english, Im mexican and ii, u don;t know, what am i doing? here? shit…. wool/? sweathers? warm, i love sweather because i love winter, the cold, i want to got to russia someday and get married in moscow, damn, please, make it stop,!!! aaaaah, no, no , damn, 10 seconda left? shit, ilov eoyui
It’s supposed to make me warm
but so often
it only makes me itchy.
And I can never wear it for long.
Wool.
Wearing wool in the winter is uncomfortable,
wearing it in the summer would be a form of hell.
I like wool on sheeps. it is very soft and warm. did I mention that I love sheeps. I think of my sister who wears wool sweaters all the time because she is a betty crocker. she is going to be a good mother and housewife.
The sheep’s wool was soft a bit matted from the weather but somehow it was still soft. Like it was nature’s way of saying there’s some light when things are hard.
wool reminds me of my mittens. They are from tibet and extremely warm and cute. Wool makes me think of sheep and lambs. and the movie babe, where he is sheering sheep. Wool is scratchy and itches but is warm and wonderful. Not really great when wet but still perfect.
The wool sweater she wore around her arms kept her warm in the harsh winters. She’s been on the run for three years, and the wool sweater was getting a little worn out since she had been taking good care of it. The Nazi’s were after her and her family. Why they were targeting Jews she didn’t know, and probably never would.
Wool reminds me of cool and wooool. It’s just woo with an L and backwards is loo with a W. oo = oo and lw or wl. Wool for sheep or looooow like the song?
He shoved his numb fingers into the dark wool coat, its edges frayed and dirtied from work in the fields. He moved closer to the small fire in the old woodstove, its smell comforting, reminding him of home. He looked around anxiously at the simple cabin and at the frail woman making a makeshift bed on the ground near the entrance. Her husband sat quietly in an old rocking chair, working his jaw slowly on a piece of tobacco, his eyes closed, his thoughts far off.
and the snow came down like the feathers i once dreamed when i was about 12. i lied in bed, my mind wandered over a thousand memories i thought i could never forget.
Wool is like sheep and sheep are really nice and pretty like baa baa black sheep have you any wool. Yes sir yes sire three bags full. Wool reminds me cool and pool and spool. You use spools with wool, do you not? Who knows? I wonder what wool is doing at the top of this page.
Sheep have wool growing on them how would it be to have somebody else harvest your hair I think it would be very strange. Seeing somebody with my golden locks hanging from their shoulders.
wool, i have sixty seconds to write about wool…. hmm okay, wool is from sheep, usually. not always… i guess. welll you can knit with wool, once it has been refined etc and with all the fibres and stuff sorted. knit sweaters and scarves because it`s very warm- hense why sheep have evolved to be very thick with wool for the cold winters!
The wool sweater I was wearing was scratching against my skin. The outer layers of the sweater were quite wet from the falling snow. At least it’s keeping me warm, I thought, as I carried on forward along the path.
I had been stuck inside in this horrible weather for days, and finally, despite the cool air, I just had to get out of the cabin that had become my prison.
She felt the soft curl of the wool as she turned it in her hands, stitching it quickly and precisely. Dipping it in a bath of dye, red as cranberries, passing it along to dry, getting another piece. She looked to her right, where a stack of red curling wool textiles were piled and piled. And behind it, another seamstress, and another stack. Then another, and more, and more. Rows of shiny black hair, and dark eyes flitting between dirty machines and piles of red cloth, stacked like a butcher’s meat.
He buried himself into that toasty wool sweater. It scratched at his face awkwardly, but it felt so good. Accompanied by the crackling blaze in the fireplace, Kirk wasn’t worried at all – this would be one of the warmer winter nights.
i wrote about wool and it deleteed it becuase i didnt put in my name. well wool comes from a sheep. i dont really like wool cause its so itchy. i hate being ithcy all the time because of my stupid skin condition. i wish i could just not itch. itching sucks ass.
I hate sheep. They really are quite stupid. Sheering them is the worst! The wool is sticky and greasy and it feels grainy and gets everywhere. I can never sheer one without seeing blood. It is horrible! I just remember bring really young and having to bottle feed the baby lambs. That was nice because they were so cute and I would let them suck on my fingers!
Sometimes when I’m lonely, when Mom and Dad are fighting again and Ben is at a friend’s house, I go out the barn and spend time with the sheep. They’re different than people. They never shout or get angry, and they don’t judge. More often then not I find myself falling asleep amongst them, cradled by soft, warm wool.
It was all about the sweater. Everyone had the lean and comfy sleek v-neck sweater while I was stuck with the ugly had knitted wool sweater. What a dreaded looking thing. I couldn`t stand to look at it. It hung on my frame like a shirt eight times to large. Who would be attracted to such a thing? My mother? Yes. Me? No.
Wool is sitting across my lap. He is a wonderful pet. Happens to be an armadillo. Rare as they may be in this temperate climate I purchased mine from a bazaar on the festival weekend.
Wool is what someone needs to keep warm, the only reason some people go out in the woods in the winter and the only reason others stay at home in a cold canadian day. Sometimes wool can be your only friend in a time of blankness and non-heatness in your soul. Wool is what you need to keep alive and what you must not leave without in a camping trip.
wool sweaters. put that wool over your eyes. don’t think for yourself, let the sweater do it for you. let it guide you. it’s all about making the right choices, right? well damn baby girl, this sweater will do it all for you. that’s all you need in life, a good sweater.
At first, I thought I saw “wooj”, and I said to myself,
“That! That ain’t a word!”
Neither is “ain’t,” I suppose. I sort of invalidated my own point there.
“Wooj” is a letter away from “wook”
Which is what I would imagine characters in Star Wars would call baby Wookies.
“Aw, hey there little Wook!”
I’m rambling again…
the sheep sat around the fire. they poked and prodded it. The eldest with graying fur set his the tip of his stick aflame. The younger ones gasped. It illuminated his wrinkling face with balls of wool curling against his blotched pink skin.
some could say that i purposefully pull the wool over my eyes but I think I just choose to look at situations positively. I do think it will work out, I don’t want to leave.
It’s snowing outside. I bundle up warm in my wool sweater. My grandmother knit it for me. It’s getting small on me now, but i still like to wear it. Pulling on my boots, i run out into the white.
itchy sweaters, gobs off a man’s chin, deceit and eye-covering, spun, pulled over a spindle by Sleeping Beauty, a kind of bully, steel for scrubbing pots and pans, the itch, the yarn, the warmth.
Sheep’s wear it. Not really with the wearing more like grows. We shave them and then proceed to wear their protection to protect ourselves from the elements while they run around naked.
The sheep, tired of having their colleagues mauled at night, decided to hatch a plot against Lyco, the wolf. Starting early in the morn, when they knew Lyco was sleeping, seven of them sheared off all their fur, and using stripped twigs, knitted a long belt, and a hood. Concurrently, the other sheep quietly traipsed through the forest, sniffing around, and eventually found the wolf’s den and reported back.
The stealthiest of the sheep, Mortimer, followed the paths back to the wolf’s den, pulled the hood over Lyco’s head, tied it on tightly around his neck and yelled! Fire! Fire! Earthquake! Alien invasion! AAAAAAGGGHHHH!” His blood-curtling bleats woke Lyco up and he bolted out through the forest, smashing his head blindly into tree trunks, getting covered in mud, and eventually fell down a ravine, fracturing his snout and jaw. From that point forward, he had to eat porridge and bananas.
The sheep spoke for years about the big wolf Lyco, and the day Mortimer pulled the wool over his eyes.
Woo. Comes from sheep; goats. makes clothing, which then dresses people. Dressed people function in society. Naked people function in nudist societies. what is “society” anyway? A bunch of people who think they can just tell you what to do.
“You pulled the wool over my eyes for the last time,” Mrs Kitrich yelled down the stairs. If steam could have actually poured out her ears, it would have done so right then. For years, her husband had told her that the best way for husbands and wives to sleep well was to peck each other goodnight and then go to their separate bedrooms because that way they would both sleep soundly. “But I just read Ashley’s “Glamour” magazine. And I’ve learned,” Mrs. Kitrich shouted again. “It’s not solitude and quiet that help you sleep better. It’s regular orgasms.”
i love it, i don’t know, I don;t even talk english, Im mexican and ii, u don;t know, what am i doing? here? shit…. wool/? sweathers? warm, i love sweather because i love winter, the cold, i want to got to russia someday and get married in moscow, damn, please, make it stop,!!! aaaaah, no, no , damn, 10 seconda left? shit, ilov eoyui
It’s supposed to make me warm
but so often
it only makes me itchy.
And I can never wear it for long.
Wool.
Wearing wool in the winter is uncomfortable,
wearing it in the summer would be a form of hell.
I like wool on sheeps. it is very soft and warm. did I mention that I love sheeps. I think of my sister who wears wool sweaters all the time because she is a betty crocker. she is going to be a good mother and housewife.
The sheep’s wool was soft a bit matted from the weather but somehow it was still soft. Like it was nature’s way of saying there’s some light when things are hard.
wool reminds me of my mittens. They are from tibet and extremely warm and cute. Wool makes me think of sheep and lambs. and the movie babe, where he is sheering sheep. Wool is scratchy and itches but is warm and wonderful. Not really great when wet but still perfect.
The wool sweater she wore around her arms kept her warm in the harsh winters. She’s been on the run for three years, and the wool sweater was getting a little worn out since she had been taking good care of it. The Nazi’s were after her and her family. Why they were targeting Jews she didn’t know, and probably never would.
warm and cozy winter times up in a cabin with the one I love…
Wool reminds me of cool and wooool. It’s just woo with an L and backwards is loo with a W. oo = oo and lw or wl. Wool for sheep or looooow like the song?
He shoved his numb fingers into the dark wool coat, its edges frayed and dirtied from work in the fields. He moved closer to the small fire in the old woodstove, its smell comforting, reminding him of home. He looked around anxiously at the simple cabin and at the frail woman making a makeshift bed on the ground near the entrance. Her husband sat quietly in an old rocking chair, working his jaw slowly on a piece of tobacco, his eyes closed, his thoughts far off.
and the snow came down like the feathers i once dreamed when i was about 12. i lied in bed, my mind wandered over a thousand memories i thought i could never forget.
Sheep have given it to us in enless supply just cut and serve wear it with pride.
Wool is like sheep and sheep are really nice and pretty like baa baa black sheep have you any wool. Yes sir yes sire three bags full. Wool reminds me cool and pool and spool. You use spools with wool, do you not? Who knows? I wonder what wool is doing at the top of this page.
Sheep have wool growing on them how would it be to have somebody else harvest your hair I think it would be very strange. Seeing somebody with my golden locks hanging from their shoulders.
Wool. The fibers of her existence… Her resistance… Woolly mammoths shed their skin and step into being once again.
wool, i have sixty seconds to write about wool…. hmm okay, wool is from sheep, usually. not always… i guess. welll you can knit with wool, once it has been refined etc and with all the fibres and stuff sorted. knit sweaters and scarves because it`s very warm- hense why sheep have evolved to be very thick with wool for the cold winters!
The wool sweater I was wearing was scratching against my skin. The outer layers of the sweater were quite wet from the falling snow. At least it’s keeping me warm, I thought, as I carried on forward along the path.
I had been stuck inside in this horrible weather for days, and finally, despite the cool air, I just had to get out of the cabin that had become my prison.
The sheep were all lined up at the barn for their yearly shearing of wool, and when they came out the other side, they looked like a different animal.
And my fingers ran across his jumper, small strands of static sending a tickle through my hand. It was in that moment I discovered love.
She felt the soft curl of the wool as she turned it in her hands, stitching it quickly and precisely. Dipping it in a bath of dye, red as cranberries, passing it along to dry, getting another piece. She looked to her right, where a stack of red curling wool textiles were piled and piled. And behind it, another seamstress, and another stack. Then another, and more, and more. Rows of shiny black hair, and dark eyes flitting between dirty machines and piles of red cloth, stacked like a butcher’s meat.
He buried himself into that toasty wool sweater. It scratched at his face awkwardly, but it felt so good. Accompanied by the crackling blaze in the fireplace, Kirk wasn’t worried at all – this would be one of the warmer winter nights.
i wrote about wool and it deleteed it becuase i didnt put in my name. well wool comes from a sheep. i dont really like wool cause its so itchy. i hate being ithcy all the time because of my stupid skin condition. i wish i could just not itch. itching sucks ass.
I hate sheep. They really are quite stupid. Sheering them is the worst! The wool is sticky and greasy and it feels grainy and gets everywhere. I can never sheer one without seeing blood. It is horrible! I just remember bring really young and having to bottle feed the baby lambs. That was nice because they were so cute and I would let them suck on my fingers!
Sometimes when I’m lonely, when Mom and Dad are fighting again and Ben is at a friend’s house, I go out the barn and spend time with the sheep. They’re different than people. They never shout or get angry, and they don’t judge. More often then not I find myself falling asleep amongst them, cradled by soft, warm wool.
It was all about the sweater. Everyone had the lean and comfy sleek v-neck sweater while I was stuck with the ugly had knitted wool sweater. What a dreaded looking thing. I couldn`t stand to look at it. It hung on my frame like a shirt eight times to large. Who would be attracted to such a thing? My mother? Yes. Me? No.
Wool is sitting across my lap. He is a wonderful pet. Happens to be an armadillo. Rare as they may be in this temperate climate I purchased mine from a bazaar on the festival weekend.
Wool is what someone needs to keep warm, the only reason some people go out in the woods in the winter and the only reason others stay at home in a cold canadian day. Sometimes wool can be your only friend in a time of blankness and non-heatness in your soul. Wool is what you need to keep alive and what you must not leave without in a camping trip.
wool sweaters. put that wool over your eyes. don’t think for yourself, let the sweater do it for you. let it guide you. it’s all about making the right choices, right? well damn baby girl, this sweater will do it all for you. that’s all you need in life, a good sweater.
At first, I thought I saw “wooj”, and I said to myself,
“That! That ain’t a word!”
Neither is “ain’t,” I suppose. I sort of invalidated my own point there.
“Wooj” is a letter away from “wook”
Which is what I would imagine characters in Star Wars would call baby Wookies.
“Aw, hey there little Wook!”
I’m rambling again…
the sheep sat around the fire. they poked and prodded it. The eldest with graying fur set his the tip of his stick aflame. The younger ones gasped. It illuminated his wrinkling face with balls of wool curling against his blotched pink skin.
some could say that i purposefully pull the wool over my eyes but I think I just choose to look at situations positively. I do think it will work out, I don’t want to leave.
wool is soft and warm I like it when it rains the smell it gives is earthy and real. Back to earth that is where I should be back to nature
It’s snowing outside. I bundle up warm in my wool sweater. My grandmother knit it for me. It’s getting small on me now, but i still like to wear it. Pulling on my boots, i run out into the white.
It never was meant to be so soft. The layers are nice and warm. I want it back. She will never deserve it again. We don’t like wool on wolves.
it’s your favorite media. the supreme material for pulling over my head. knitting situations is your calling, after all.
Wool? White, why? Comfortable? or torture? Poor sheep. Perhaps they can take solice in the fact that they are employed. Better hairless then lfeless.
itchy sweaters, gobs off a man’s chin, deceit and eye-covering, spun, pulled over a spindle by Sleeping Beauty, a kind of bully, steel for scrubbing pots and pans, the itch, the yarn, the warmth.
Sheep’s wear it. Not really with the wearing more like grows. We shave them and then proceed to wear their protection to protect ourselves from the elements while they run around naked.