The Sheep Detectives

SHEEP DETECTIVES

Dear Rebecca.

I know there are many problems.

I have them too. After all, life is a mystery.

But if there is one answer to all the great riddles in the universe,

...and a secret to happiness, I think this must be it.

Sheep!

No, seriously! Truly, a sheep.

Okay, I'm coming!

Translated to Turkish and synchronized by; ufukbaba

In your last letter, you asked me if any of my sheep were special.

Fortunately, they all are. That is why I gave each one a name.

For example, there are the bully twin rams I named Ronnie and Reggie.

There is Sir Richfield, who is very proud and dignified.

Cloud, the fluffiest one. He's a bit of a diva.

Zora, the most curious.

Mopple, the most patient.

And Wool Eyes.

Because I couldn't think of a better name.

Okay, I know I said they were all special,

but I must admit that two of my sheep are the most special of all.

Here is Sebastian, my biggest ram.

Like me, a bit of a loner.

Sooner or later, he wanders off.

Sooner or later, he wanders off out of curiosity and returns.

And finally, Lily, my smartest sheep.

A sheep who always knows what I'm thinking,

...and what I'm feeling.

Above all, she brings me the kind of peace that only shepherds know.

A peace that comes from taking care of the gentlest creatures in the world.

Every day starts by looking after their health.

I feed them well, keep them well-groomed.

I do my best to entertain them.

And I ensure they take the medicine that I think they enjoy.

...if only they could talk.

Time for medicine, my friend. Here you go.

And when I'm finished with my work and the sun begins to lower in the sky,

I choose books to read aloud to them.

Detective novels, mysteries, thrillers, all my favorites.

I know when Rodney Hollingshead was murdered,

and I also know who the real killer is!

I like to pretend they're following the story, but...

I know that no matter how special they are, they are still sheep.

No, not anymore. Go on, most of you.

I'll read the ending tomorrow.

Oh! Why stop there?

He was just about to say who the killer was!

This is torture! He's our friend, isn't he?

Of course he is.

No, no, no. It was Carter. He kept mowing the grass.

I could never eat it. - Yes, the situation is suspicious.

Are you crazy? The doctor did it!

- No way! Aunt Creepy did it. - Aunt Creepy?

Three stories from the goats, genius! How are we even related?

- Here we go. - Right!

- Here we go. - You're wrong.

I solved it two chapters ago.

The maid, right?

Not the maid. The nephew.

Bertie Hollingshead.

But Lily, didn't the detective prove that all the evidence against Bertie Hollingshead

was fabricated by the real killer?

Absolutely! Don't you see?

He made up the evidence himself to avoid conviction!

The real killer was Bertie Hollingshead!

George will finish the story tomorrow. You'll see.

I still think it's the maid.

Bertie knew everything about the law.

He said a person cannot be tried twice for the same crime.

And so he made up the evidence himself to escape conviction!

The real killer was Bertie Hollingshead!

Most of my sheep seem to spend their days either eating,

...or thinking about eating.

But I have three stray lambs with limitless energy.

Happy, carefree little creatures born in spring.

Actually, almost all lambs are born in spring.

And I also have one lamb born in winter.

Hello.

-I'm Daisy. - I'm Oliver. - I'm Tickle.

-What's your name? -I don't have a name.

Do you want to play with us?

No, damn it!

You are not to play with that winter lamb. He does not belong to this flock.

However, for reasons that make sense to a sheep,

the flock often rejects the lamb born in winter,

simply because the winter lamb is different.

I have a question. Why is George always so kind to that lamb?

George is not a sheep.

No one taught him about winter lambs.

Translated to Turkish, synchronized, and corrected by; ufukbaba

Oh, one last thing. If you accept my invitation, you should know that I live near a town

called Denbrook.

It has its own peculiar types. For example...

- Good morning, Caleb. - Caleb is also a shepherd.

-Good morning, ladies. - I don't like him.

Ham, the butcher. I really don't like him.

Beth, the innkeeper. She doesn't like me.

Oh, I could kill that man!

Tim, the policeman. An idiot.

And Reverend Hillcoat, who thinks he's the shepherd of men.

We have a complicated relationship.

And now, for today's reading: The Story of the Lost Sheep.

George, come join us.

Everyone is welcome in the Lord's house.

Even butchers, right?

I'm not here to join you.

I'm here to settle the matter.

Good old George.

Good old George.

Enough about the people I've written about.

I want you to meet my flock.

They can't wait to see you!

And neither can I.

Please come soon.

Love, George.

Cloud, I have a question.

Do dandelions make my eyelashes as beautiful as yours?

No, they don't do anything for eyelashes.

But they work wonders for wool.

Look at Wool Eyes. He eats nothing but dandelions.

Oh, so that's what those are. Okay.

We should save some of the dandelions for Sebastian.

- He hasn't been around for days. - Who cares?

Ever since George brought him here from who knows where,

...he keeps wandering off toward town.

Let him go hungry.

Just because he doesn't care about us doesn't mean we should

not care about him.

Sebastian is part of our flock.

Oh, oh! Look, it's Caleb!

- I always like the smell of that man. - The woman's sweater.

Mmm, it smells horribly good.

Can I come in? I'm coming in!

Very new, beautiful, and shiny.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- I want to bury my head in it! - I want to so much!

Reggie? Ronnie?

We talked about this. We don't break things...

...unless there's a valid reason!

There it is.

This is Caleb's third visit this month.

There's only one thing they could be talking about.

Merging the flocks.

- He's merging the flocks! - New sheep! - New fields!

I'm thinking about it.

I gave you a chance, but you lied to me, Caleb!

Don't you ever come back!

Oops! I guess we're not merging the flocks.

I felt so happy, and now I feel sad and angry.

- I want to forget what happened! - You're right. It's disappointing.

Alright everyone, on the count of three, we will choose to forget

-...Caleb's entire visit. One, two... - But what about Mopple?

He can't forget things. - Why? - Poor Mopple.

He was born with a terrible condition.

Unlike the rest of us, he cannot choose to forget things.

Oh yes. Mopple, once we've forgotten,

...please don't remind us that it happened.

Are you sure? It really wasn't that bad...

No, but it wasn't that good either. So why are you upset?

Ready? One. Two. Three.

Cloud! I have a question.

Do dandelions make my eyelashes as beautiful as yours?

No, they don't do anything for eyelashes.

But they work wonders for wool.

I'm fine.

I'll be fine. I promise.

It's just... I don't know.

Well... I was hoping that everything would be different soon.

You don't need to worry.

You will be fine.

I will be fine too.

DENBROOK CULTURAL FESTIVAL

-Hi! - Hello!

- Anything exciting? - Not really for a Monday.

Just bills and advertisements.

George, who is he sending letters to?

I shouldn't say anything.

But Ms. Rebecca Hampstead from America.

Whoever she is, they've been exchanging letters for months.

And... Go on, take a sniff.

Rose-scented paper. Love letters!

Can you believe it?

Grumpy pants, George Hardy. A stale, old romantic!

Who would have thought?

- Stale George. - Yes.

- Watch out. - Yes, you too.

-Hello. - Hello.

I just arrived from the city for the Denbrook Cultural Festival.

Great! This is it.

Follow me.

What is this?

Welcome to the Denbrook Cultural Festival!

Original Art by Beth Pennock

-You're kidding. - What? This is our town's heritage.

What?

What is Return to Oz?

Yes, it's the best movie ever made.

And they filmed it only 40 miles down the road.

Oh, I see.

Well, enjoy the festival!