I was asking if I could feed the sheep a neighbor owns.  I am in Slovakia.

            "Mosiesh," called Babka from the living room,"Ale ti musiesh est z ya."

            Yes!  I could go feed the sheep as long as I stayed with Babka.

            I put on my tennis shoes, pulled open the door and went outside.  The second I stepped outside, I felt the usual moist welcoming breeze on my face.  It felt nice to be in Slovakia.  I ran down the steps and through the garden, dodging apple trees, zipping past berries and carrots, and finally arriving at the dirt patch I have to cross to get to the sheep.  I looked down at the dirt by my shoes.  Babka looked down at my shoes, and noticed they were tennis shoes.

            "Ti musiesh nociet gumachki po blato," Babka told me.  "Hot zmenit tvoe topanki."

            Great!  I always have to wear rainboots.  It would be nice to wear tennis shoes for a change.  I trotted up the stairs of Babka's house, pushed open the door, and went inside.  Five minutes later,  I came out of the house in my rain boots that were too big for my feet, ran down the stairs, through the food-filled garden and back to the patch of dirt where Babka was waiting for me.  Babka held my hand and toghether we crossed the patch of dirt, and to the sheep concealed behind a wire fence.

            Then I saw the four sheep running over to me.  There were three grown sheep, and one lamb.  I scooped up some leaves off the ground and stuck them through the wires of the fence.

             The sheep fought each other to get the leaves first, and the biggest one ended up munching on them, with the rest of the sheep glaring at it with jealousy.  I bent down to pick some more leaves off the ground to feed the sheep. 

            I ran down the fence calling "Ovetchki, pot tie siem."

            All of a sudden, a brilliant thought came to me.  I thought it would be nice to feed the lamb a bit.  I scooped up some more leaves off the grass, then stuck them through the fence.  The little sheep came forward, but only a little too slowly, for a grown sheep beat the lamb to me and snatched the leaves from my hands.  I picked ten more leaves, but this time I was going to feed them to the lamb one at a time.  I stuck a leaf through the fence, although it might have been at the wrong time.  A sheep that definetly was not the lamb had taken the leaf from me. 

            "Sophika," called Babka,"Este yeden minut."

            Oh no!  I only had one minute to feed that tiny little lamb.  I had to do everything carefully. 

            I waited one more second, and the big sheep went away.  Only the little lamb stayed.  Perfect.  I stuck all the leaves through the wire fence.  The lamb got the leaves!  Best of all, the big sheep would never know what has happened.

            Babka had just called out right after the lamb had taken the leaves out of my hands.  It was time to go back to Babka's house. 

            On the way back, I asked Babka if we could go back tomorrow.  She said we can, and that we will stay longer tomorrow. 

            "Diakujem Babka," I said.  "Thank you." Those minutes with sheep were very fun, even though they seemed quite short.