Bloody Ear
June 9th, 2009 Posted in UncategorizedA week ago my father descided to sell one of our sheep. He knew a turkish person living a few streets from here, which wanted to buy the sheep.
So far so good. Today was sheep-D-Day. The person came to pick up the sheep with a brand new van, payed, and went. He told he will bring back the rope later. 15 minutes later the turkish man was back, with a small bag. Inside the bag was the rope and the registration number (like so). But the registration number was still in the ear! So he cutted the ear and just gave it to us with the rope…
I knew he bought the sheep to kill and eat, but this was just a lil sick…