Trying to integrate myself into my community I bought a sheep. Or, well, a ram. Her... his name is Bessie. Like a cow. Cause I'm still American.
Of course, Bessie had to die. For the Fête de Mouton! It's a festaval to remember that time God was all like "Abraham, kill you son." and Abraham said, "Sure, sounds fun." and God said, "seriously? That's weird, let's eat this ram instead."
|Meet Al-hadji Awal. My best friend. He's happy with his knife.|
|Hi nameless ram!|
|Zoom in for fearful eyes.|