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Sheep: What’s up, movita?
movita: Not much, Sheep.
Sheep: What’s that box for?
Sheep: Whatiddy what?
movita: It’s for you. You’re going to get into that box, and then I’m going to send you to live with my friend, Shannon.
Sheep: I don’t think so! That box looks pretty small…
movita: You won’t be in there for long – before you know it, you’ll be living in the best place ever.
Sheep: But I like it here – are you sure you want me to leave?
movita: Trust me, you want to go. Shannon lives in America – the streets are paved with gold there. Americans invented Crocs and the Ford Pinto, so that’s… something. Also, Shannon likes to bake and cook, and I’m betting she’ll let you sleep in her bed.
Sheep: I dunno. I guess it sounds alright.
movita: Oh, you’re gunna love it, Sheep. And you’ll really like Shannon. It’s her birthday, you know. That’s why I’m sending you to her.
Sheep: Me? I’m her gift?
Sheep: Well, that sounds about right. Look at my body. I’ve been working out.
movita: Good. It’s settled.
Sheep: Yes, it’s settled.
movita: Will you tell Shannon that I love her? That she’s one of the best blogging buddies a gal could have?
Sheep: Sure, I’ll tell her that stuff.
movita: And tell her that I wish her the happiest of birthdays, okay?
Sheep: Okay, I’ll try to remember.
movita: Safe journey, Sheep.
Sheep: Thanks, movita. Try not to eat any more moths, okay?
movita: Very funny, Sheep.