Doesn’t Get Out Of The City Much

My hometown has large fairgrounds that include eighteenth- and nineteenth-century buildings to form a small village museum — a meeting house, a one-room schoolhouse, a blacksmith shop, houses, barns, etc.

My mom and I are at one of their Yuletide events, which includes live animals in a small paddock that you can pet. There are about five or six animals, and we’re loving the cute goats. My mom notices one of the animals stands out from the rest, being fluffier. She decides to ask the farmer about the animal.

Mom: “These goats are all so cute! But why is that goat fluffier than the others?”

The farmer gives her an odd look, glances at the animal in question, and replies:

Farmer: “Ma’am…  that’s a sheep.”