Personal Narrative: Elise Spindola - Sheep

Oh my gosh! There’s sheep - I exclaimed
I walked over to one of the sheep pens, I tried to pet them through the fence but they jumped and started walking away, because I was moving too fast.
I walked over to the other side, this time I was slower, I gently touched their backs, but they kept on moving. There were a bunch of tinny pens with sheep. I went to the one next to where I was, there was a black sheep laying down on the ground, and I started to pet her. Fluffy cute and all the sudden I see a white sheep that starts “meeing” at me it was a white fluffy sheep. I was still petting the black sheep when one of the workers brought food. Both of them wanted to eat food, my parents wanted to continue moving.
I was not happy to move on. I wanted to stay.