Does contain scenes of a risky nature. You have been warned.
Milton the sheep had been known as Milton the sheep for longer than he cared to calculate. His folks had moved from Neath to cider growing country when he was 10 and almost immediately Trevor's brother had given him the moniker, it had stuck. At the time he didn't know why he was called sheep, being ten he didn't know anything about having sex, with animals, girls or himself. So it was another couple of years before the sexual connotation of the nickname dawned on him, but by then it was too late.
Milton the sheep had been known as Milton the sheep for longer than he cared to calculate. His folks had moved from Neath to cider growing country when he was 10 and almost immediately Trevor's brother had given him the moniker, it had stuck. At the time he didn't know why he was called sheep, being ten he didn't know anything about having sex, with animals, girls or himself. So it was another couple of years before the sexual connotation of the nickname dawned on him, but by then it was too late.
Trevor's brother Brendan was one of those nasty
boys, older yet still hanging round with his brother's friends, using the
strength and worldly wisdom of a 14 year old to impose himself in a way he
could never do with his own peer group. As time went by Brendan had joined the
army, Milton had not been surprised. Milton meanwhile became a sheep farmer
back home in Wales - nominative determinative he supposed.
Milton didn't know what had made him go outside that
warm summer's evening but something had. The sun was just about gone but it was
still light enough to see a man running round the field chasing after his
sheep. As Milton marched down to confront the offender he realised the man was
not only exposing himself but also in a state of arousal. Another few more
steps and he was struck with another realisation. He fired his gun in the air
and screamed.
'Brendan, leave my sheep alone.'
nominative determinism came to my mind after reading today's story
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