Chapter 3 - Part 2

Tabitha stuck her hand inside the door into the darkness and fumbled for the light switch. What came next suprised poor tabitha.
“Get off my paw lassie your crushing my cigarette!” came the voice behind the door. The phrase sounded familiar to her somehow and the Irish broge just stuck out as endearing yet annoyed. She retracted her hand slowly from what she originally thought was a soggy sweater.
Hello in there she said peering in the dark room inquisitively. No sound came but she could see a small amount of smoke seeping out the opening of the door.
“Whatever it is you're going to ask lassie you already be knowing the answer”
“Are you going to get my shark”, she asked plain as day. She could hear an audible drag being taken this time and the smoke seemed to be purposely blown out the crack in the door.
“So you be playing your sensibilities on to try to get to the underbelly of this old sheep professor and give it a tickle. Well I tell you it won't work. I know what's going down and ain't no laughs going to dispell that truth of the matter.”
Tabitha opened the door to reveal a small white sheep with black legs and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, hanging completely upside down.
“But look how cute she said coming forward and hugging the wet sheep with a warmth this sheep had never encountered.” Tabitha reached for the light and flicked swith turning the light on the green tiled room that was usually used for surgeries at the vets office.
Tabithas aburn hair was up in pig tails.
Tabitha looked at the sheep in amazement. Not so much because it was talking, or smoking a cigarettes for that matter, but because it hung upside down by three of it's legs from the kennels that took up the the front portion of the room.
“Help an old man down won't you”, came the voice now with an ever increasing annouyance in it's voice.
Tabitha put her hands on her hips and looked cockeyed at the purcariously placed sheep. “Well how did you end up like that silly goose.”
“Well first of all I'm a sheep and I don't take kindly to being mentioned in the same breath as those common vermin. Secondly, get me down woman.”
“I will I just am trying to get over there being a upside down sheep, smoking and talking in our back room.”
“Well get over it darling and unhinge me from the contraption. I've got to snort in my mess kit and I've got to get to it out soon”
She made her way towards the scissors that lay on the surgical table.
“You be careful with those woman or We will have a row when you are through. Now stick it in my craw and cut me loss.”
Tabitha’s delicate hands cut precisely and diligently. So much so that even the sheep professor was taken a little a back. Although not literally a back because as you might remember he still hung from a dog kennel.
Before long the professor set upright with his legs akmbo smoking two cigarettes at once. One In each hoof or paw as he seemed to refer to them.
“So I have to ask. What is a talking sheep doing in a vet clinic?”
“I might ask you the same question missy?“
“You might but it wouldnt make any sense.. You were the one up there. Plus I'm all fairness I did ask first my dear”, she said in a playful tone.
“Don't you take that tone with me”, he said glaring at her with bulgy sheep eyes. There's not a whole lot of humour to be had from being hung upside down by what amounts to a wool sweater held on by super glue by a crazy woman. One minute I'm trying to type words into an undersized keyboard with over sized paws and the next I'm being kidnapped by a psychotic Icelandic woman with a penchant for studity and an utterly transparent bevy of online personas that couldn't fool a goat.”
“Oh goats. So cute with there pez eyes. We’re talking about Pam right?”
“Let me tell you something sunshine. Goats are neither cute or welcome in my presence. The last goat that thought he was man enough to pony up to the podioum still has my hoof print embedded in his ass. Oh and yes. Pam.”
Tabitha laughed.
“What?” he asked annoyed, but a not quite as annoyed as before.
“You just called them hooves. They are so much more endearing as hooves.
“That may be the case but I will be the one to pick and choose the appropriate moniker fir them.”
Tabitha couldn't help but continue to laugh. So much that it became infectious and even the sheep professor in al his gruffness had the light of humour in his eyes.
The both just exhailed and looked at each other.
“So what the hell did she put her for?” ask Tabitha?
“Because of him”, he said. Lifting his hoof in the direction of the man in white.
Tabitha jumped in suprise.