Alfred's Adventure on Miller's Farm. [A very despicable short story]

Alfred was a sheep.
Very white.
Very shy.
And a very...sheep-ish sheep.
He lived way, way, way up in the mountains where the clouds almost touched the ground and where it was always cold. Always so, as Alfred liked to say, despicably, cold. And therefore, he hated it.
"I wish the sun would warm us up," Alfred said to his very best sheep friend, Charlie, who was also very white, very shy, and very sheep-ish. Together, they walked around in the low clouds, talking and wondering about the sky.
"I bet it's made of ice cream!" Yelled Alfred to his friend.
"No, no, that's not right. Everyone knows the moon is made of cheese. Green delicious cheese." And Charlie was very well confident in his answer. He said it with pride, his nose in the air.
Alfred kept quite, though. Up on these high mountains, on Miller's Farm where a man named Bob lived and raised sheep, he always stayed quite. They knew that if you were loud and misbehaved, Bob would get mad. So angry that a storm would seem to rage inside of him. Up on these mountains, loud ruckus was forbidden.

The long, cold day carried on. To tell you the truth, there wasn't much to do on Miller's Farm. Once you ate, and once Bob brushed you, your day was pretty much boring, unexciting, lame; and one of Alfred's most favorite words, despicable.
That's exactly when him and Charlie got the idea: A space ship!
They would build one and fly way up high into the sky and land on the moon, eat some of it's cheese, go to the sun and feel the warmth of it.
It will be so fascinating!, thought Alfred as him and Charlie discussed the plans for the Flyer 2000. The rocket that would take them to their wildest dreams.

Quietly (since they had to be or else Bob's Storm would fury) they built the ship. Days it took them to find the parts, weeks to put it together and a whole mouth just to find something that would fuel it all the way to the moon. Alfred had suggested some of the sheep food, but that didn't even get the engine going. Charlie tried some grass, some wood, and even wool from his own back, but all he got was what seemed like a broken transmitter. What could they use?
"I've got it!" Cried out Alfred loudly into the night. Too loudly, that is, for the lights in the old Victorian style house flipped on and the Storm burst thorough the front doors. The porch rattled, the ground shook.
"Who woke me up form my slumber?!" Bob yelled to the sheep who froze like dear in head lights.
The tension between Charlie and Alfred became frantic. They quivered, Alfred shook. His heart thumping as loud as a avalanche.
"The fuel, Alfred! What's the fuel?" Charlie was in the space ship already, his head sticking out the window and his arms flying around above his head trying to get Alfred's attention. Bob was coming closer. Yelling and screaming.
The fuel..the fuel...oh yes! Alfred recovered from his fear, and dug deep into his fleece searching franticly.
Finally, he found it and grasp the bag of M&M's! The perfect fuel!
"Hurry Alfred!" Charlie called from he ship once more, his voice shaking like a volcano. His friend did hurry, too. He ran to the fuel tank, dumped the bag of M&M's in and then made a shot for the window, right before Bob's gun went off.
POW! The bullet hit the tank, lit it on fire and in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, they were off! Charlie and Alfred soared into space. Soared all the way up to the moon and ate some of it delicious green cheese with delight.
Charlie laughed as they loaded their full tummy's back onto he rocket.
"See, I told you it was made of cheese!" Charlie mocked, but Alfred just smiled back at him.
And together, they raced to the sun, the green, red, all the different color M&M's working together to get them there. There, where they lived happily ever after in a warm, despicable world.

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The end.
:D