Shearing the Sheep

      Yesterday we all packed up and went to Grandpas, to watch Mr. Peters shear the sheep.  When I was little Gary Peters used to come to our house once a year and shear our sheep.  He was a novelty.  With his crooked teeth, and giant smile that light the whole room up.  We all laughed at his jokes, even if we did not understand them, and jumped in his bag of wool.  It has been about 10 years since he has been back to shear our sheep because of the diminishing flock. In the mean time, my brothers made do as make shift shearers.  However this year my dads flock is substantially larger, so he called up Mr. Peters.  Oh, the childhood memories it brought back to watch him cut away the wool, and hear him ask, "Am I doin it right"?