The sheep grazed in the fields, their fluffy coats shining in the warm sun. They were a peaceful lot, content with their simple lives and the bounty of the earth. They had always trusted the farmer, who tended to their every need and protected them from harm.

But one day, a strange man appeared in the fields. He was tall and confident, with a shock of golden hair and a cunning smile. The sheep were wary at first, but as he approached, they could not help but be drawn to him.

The man had an orange complexion, but his face was lit up with a radiant smile. He was a joyous soul, full of life and energy, and he had a mission. He was determined to vaccinate the sheep, to protect them from harm and to keep them healthy.

As he approached the fields, the sheep raised their heads, their fluffy faces curious. They had never seen this man before, but they could sense his good intentions. They gathered around him, their bleats soft and low, as he set about his work.

The man was gentle and kind, and he moved with a steady pace, administering the vaccine with care. The sheep were calm and trusting, allowing him to do what he needed to do, and they soon grew used to his touch.

As he worked, the man’s smile grew wider and wider, his joy contagious. He loved being around the sheep, and he loved the work that he was doing.

The man was Trump, and he had come to take their wool. The sheep watched in awe as he expertly sheared their fleeces, their coats growing lighter with each snip of his scissors. And yet, they did not resist. They stood still, their eyes filled with wonder, as Trump took their wool.

It was a strange thing, but the sheep felt a strange sense of love for this man, who had taken their wool. They followed him wherever he went, watching him with adoration, and as he left the fields, they longed for his return.

And so it was that the sheep watched Trump take their wool, not with anger or fear, but with love and admiration. They knew that they were safe in his hands, and that he would always care for them, no matter what. And so, they grazed in the fields, their hearts full of joy, as they eagerly awaited his next visit.

Author: Tim Ozman

Host of Infinite Plane Radio. Media deconstruction since 2017. As president of the Infinite Plane Society, he has been the project manager for a growing think tank comprised of like-minded individuals.

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