On a normal sunny summer day , I was born on the farm with a normal happy sheepy face like an normal new born charm.

But something wasn't completely right with the way that I looked. I had no wool, not the smallest sprout, I was a fool born without.

I played in the meadow fields with my fellow lamb mates, ate the same grass and gained the same amount of weight.

Though when it came to shearing day I was the odd one in the crowd. The one with no wool the fool born without.

I went of searching for hairy helpful advice. So I would know how to grow what seemed for me to grow too slow.

"Mrs sheep may I ask what do you do, to grow such lovely white locks like you do?"

" I eat the freshest flowers from the finest fields, everyday for every meal."

So I did as told and with no surprise not a single tuft or curl grew in sight.

So I continued on my mission.

"Harry, may I ask, what do you do, to grow such a lovely brown mane like you do?"

"I drink the freshest water from the highest hill everyday day but only 1ml."

So I did as told and with no surprise not a single lock or sprout grew in sight.

So I continued on my mission.

"I asked Ally Alpaca, Ally, oh Ally, what do you do, to grow such exotic locks like you do?"

I bathe in the sun for hours on end , till the sun goes down then I do it again.

So I did as told and with no surprise not a single strand or ringlet grew in sight.

My hope was going, nearly all gone. My dreams of fluff so white and long.