I couldn't help but shake with anticipation.

I once had a dream, where I would grow up and train myself to join the Federal Bureau of Investigations.

The F.B.I.

Whether it be TV Drama, Real Life Reports, or History books, they're cool.

I wanted to join them........ if only I wasn't so near sighted! F**k!

Still, I had the chance to live out that life long dream.

As I slapped my handcuffs onto the paws of the mob monster I was arresting as if he was some part of an organized gang.

...... Th-these handcuffs w-were from a play I was in. Yes! T-totally not mine! I-it's not like I keep a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs in my pocket all day!

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...ha...ha....ha.......................................ha. 

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Ahem. Back to the talking Baby Sheep.  (///)

"Oh thank you great saviour! Thank you so much! If you had come any later, I-I might have been the mother of 30 wolf babies! That would be painful!"

"I-I'll bet. Look at you, you're the size of a piggy bank!"

"........Great Saviour, you're hurting my feelings... sniff."

"N-no! Wait! S-size doesn't matter you know, even girls like it sm.................. THE F**K AM I SAYING TO A BABY SHEEP RIGHT NOW!?"

After I handcuffed... cough, the Wolf across the ground and kept my box cutter aimed at him like a handgun, I turned to look at what was rubbing up and down my calf.

It really was a sheep... 

Not exactly a baby, but it's really just small. With a full coat of fluff all over it

It was the size of an alarm clock... a piggy bank. No, even smaller.

Heck, she could sit on my palm like it was one of those toys I get from a Japanese Capsule dispensers in the local Tokyo Town.

"O-oh god. Y-you're so fluffy! Puchi, puchi...WOW! Y-you have an incredible sense of elasticity too! No wonder the wolf had trouble biting you apart!"

"BYAAAA! BYAAA! G-GREAT SAVIOUR! GREAT SAVIOUR! PLEASE DON'T PULL ON MY FACE! I-I CAN'T BREAK, BUT IT STILL HURTS! BYAAAAH!"