Being Special
Diana DeRiggs

Dedicated to certain Wee Wookiees (and not so Wee Wookiees!) who have some trouble accepting things ...

The sheep was rather sad. She was kind of dumb, she knew that. But she was still valuable ... she ate grass, twice a year a ram came into the paddock, and she had very cute little lambs. Sometimes twins, sometimes one, once she even had triplets! She wasn't sure how many "triplets" were, but the farmer and his dog actually got up on their hind legs and applauded when she had triplets. The lambs would be taken away in time for her to have more.

A few times a year, she would get a haircut. She found it a bit cold, but the wool grew back soon enough. She was quite proud of her wool.

Still, she saw that there were many other sheep around her, and they did the same thing she did. They weren't competitive or anything, but she knew it meant she wasn't special. She was too dim to really realize that it meant she was exchangeable with any other sheep. She kind of felt it, but she really was kind of dim.

It made her quite sad. She wondered what it would be like to be special. To not be the same as everyone around her. To have everyone look at her and not take her for granted. She didn't know where this feeling came from. As far as she knew, none of the other sheep worried like she did. They looked at her blankly and continued chewing grass. Or didn't even bother looking up.

She even tried eating other things that weren't grass. She really couldn't describe how she felt, but after a while, she just went back to grass. She guessed she wasn't special, and never would be. She wished she could just be happy as she was.

Then one night she was sitting in the spot she always sat, by the fence. She liked it there because the grass was tender and the view was pleasing. She didn't realize it was pretty, but it pleased her, and without thinking, she often found herself here. A benefit of being not so smart is that even though you end up doing the same thing many times a day, it was always sort of a surprise.

This time, she realized something different was happening. The sky turned a different color and the grass became blackish. She dared not blink as the sky grew suddenly dark. It got so black that the things around her glowed.

A sound rattled her very being. Since she didn't speak, one couldn't really say that it was a voice speaking to her. But she was made to understand that she had been chosen for something. It confused her, since she knew she was not special. The sound let her know that what was going to happen would make her special. People would look at her in awe.

She remembered she'd wondered about this, and a new feeling came over her. It was excitement and anticipation. She had never felt it before. Her heart beat loudly and fast as she felt herself grow. Her wool hardened and her hooves and legs sunk into the earth. She wouldn't have to eat grass anymore.

She did wonder if those other things she ate that weren't grass might be responsible for what was happening now?

She grew so large that she knew she towered over the tall farmers who walked about on their hind legs. Though she was rooted into the soft ground, she knew she was taller than almost anything around.

The voice told her not to worry. She would never have to worry again. Then the sky and the earth started spinning together.

She wasn't conscious the way she was before, but it wasn't worse -- just different. She was never hungry anymore. She couldn't move, so she didn't have to fight for her usual spot. The other sheep had disappeared and she got to watch trucks and cars stop by her and the people climbed inside her and walked around. It tickled a little, but it wasn't unpleasant.

She never saw the ram again either, and she never had any more lambs. But then again, they couldn't be taken away from her either. She didn't know what the people did when they were walking around in her, but they didn't seem to want to hurt her. Many stood next to her are in front of her and did something with a box they help up to their eyes. She heard them say something about a nice picture? And the humans would rub some cold, wet, white substance on her once in a while. It tickled.

All in all, being special was different. But once in a while, she did want to eat grass again.

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