The Occasion of My Homecoming
Salutations from Pemberley, with fondest wishes that this finds you in the best of health and happiness.
I thought today might be a good opportunity to share with you a little about the circumstances surrounding my arrival here at Pemberley, as everyone still seems to be in a state of wonder about it all.
The first thing you should know is that my breed, the Valais Blacknose, is native to Southern Switzerland and has only recently been making its way to other parts of the world through the determined efforts of breeders. Here in the former Colonies, there is a well-developed breed-up program, with many committed breeders and ranchers participating.
Why would people put so much effort into bringing my species all over the world?
Those might help you understand. I’ve also been told we’re called “The cutest sheep in the world.” With all honesty, I must tell you that Lizzy, Emma, and Mr. Knightley are all fine-looking sheep as well. I cannot myself make such wild claims.
In my particular case, I was born on a lovely farm called Crescent Arrow Farm and taken care of by Cassie Reedich there. I had a different name while I was there. It sounded very dashing and Italian. When I was big enough to go to Pemberley, Cassie made sure I was as presentable as a gentleman should be.
Farmer Jay came to get me and he put me in his pickup truck. I got to ride in the front seat and felt the wind blow through my still-damp wool on the drive home. He said the truck smelled like wet wool for days. How pleasant for him!
I was very happy to meet and be accompanied by two other distinguished personages on my journey to my new home: Pancake and her little stuffed sheep Ewenice. Pancake apparently didn’t want me to be afraid or lonely, and so she helped her friend Ewenice talk to me over the front seat on the drive to Pemberley. Each time I opened a subject for conversation, Ewenice politely replied, making sure I was in good spirits.
As you know, I made the journey safely and have been adjusting well. I am very fond of my fellow flockmates and happy to have found a home here.
As far as the news from around the neighborhood, I should tell you that we sheep seem to have put Scape the goat out of the mowing business, and she has decided to retire to another location in the company of some of her fellows. I think this a good move for her, as she seemed always wanting to be elsewhere.
I hear that Spud the pig has returned, but I have not seen or heard him. I really think I should have, as he is quite a large fellow and snores phenomenally. I shall keep you informed, as I know you are interested.
Most sincerely yours,
Mr. Darcy the Sheep
