Sheep-Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative
I remember the sheep. Everyday it would be there to greet me as I came in to daycare. It would be on the wall, staring into nowhere. I don’t blame it, after all, it was just a picture on a sign. My daycare was called Hitsuji Hoikuen, which translates to Sheep Daycare. I went there for many years, but one day stands out to me. On this day, there was a fly. All us older kids were sitting in the main room at daycare, lined up in chairs on one side of the room. We were three, four, five, and some of us were six. On the other side of the room were the teachers, sitting up straight and tall and looking very proper. It was some sort of ceremony, I don’t remember what and it doesn’t really matter. What was important was the fly. It was noisy, it was annoying, and worst of all it wouldn’t leave us alone! Around and around our feet it flew, from one side of the room to the other. We all despised that fly.
We shooed it with our feet, but it was not afraid. It would fly away for a while, and we would sigh in relief. Then just when we thought it was gone, it would come back. After a while, we gave up. It would not be shooed away. But we could not tolerate it either, no way! It was too horrible, so we came up with a new plan. Stomp on the fly! Everyone began to try and stomp on the fly. We stomped and we stomped. The room filled with the sound of many feet hitting the floor. Even the teachers joined in, but alas, it was no use. It might have been big, but it was