I sit on a bench in London
As I do so,
A man with three sheep passes me by!
What is he doing?
I jump from my seat and run to him and ask.
He looks at me, astonished.
He says something to me in an unknown language.
Then,
He disappears.
Well, I guess I'll never know.
And I disappear as well.
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Comments
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Terrific unfortunately as I was in the middle of judging this one I just disappe


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The word "disappears" make it sound like some sort of supernatural agency, maybe parallel unverse stuff, a shepherd and sheep appearing and disappearing from the past. The narrator could be a time traveller as well.
That's what I got from it.

