"Not to worry," said Apollo. "I'll put a pen in place not even the Wooly Jumper can escape." Apollo clapped his hands and the pen's fencing grew to twice its original heighth. "How's that, George?"
"That'll do," said George. So George took advantage of the Wooly Jumper's curiosity while others hid behind bushes and trees to conceal themselves from sight. George pranced around making a show of himself, manuevering around and about the flock, never too close or too far to cause alarm or disinterest. But he wasn't getting anywhere. The Wooly Jumper would only go so far towards George, and no farther.
Frustrated, George plunked himself down in front of the pen and started to play with his mane, twirling a curl here and a curl there. Oddly, the Wooly Jumper now started to pay more attention to George than to the flock. The more George curled his mane, the closer the golden sheep came.
Eventually, George's mane was absolutely covered with curls and the Wooly Jumper was only yards away. George casually got back on all four paws and slowly padded to the back of the pen, with the fencing of the pen between himself and the sheep, but with his head and mane still in plain view. The not-too-bright Wooly Jumper approached George by entering the pen. Very quickly Apollo and Incon jumped out from behind two nearby bushes and slammed the pen's gate shut. Try as it might, the startled Wooly Jumper could not leap high enough to escape. Finally, the sheep set itself down on the ground in resignation.
Seeing the pen gate closed securely on the now entrapped Wooly Jumper, George said,"...
[This message has been edited by Civis Romanus (edited 08-18-99).]