It was expected to be one of the biggest showdowns of the year for little league fans, the annual game between Jackson Heights and Lindenhurst. The weather that day was perfect and all else went well too. Somewhere around the beginning of the third inning, though, the people in the bleachers got quite a surprise. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a bunch of sheep started showing up. It was the oddest sight anyone could remember ever having seen in his lifetime. After only the next half hour the entire stadium was filled with all those ovine nuisances. Of course no one in his right mind could possibly have even tried to explain where they could have come from. It wasn’t a typical scene at a little league game. The youngsters, of course, being kids, all got quite a kick out of it. Their parents and other adults, though, spent all that day running around trying to notify the local policemen and other relevant authorities of the bizarre occurrence. Of course the sheep weren’t deliberately making any trouble. Everyone knows how polite and friendly sheep always are. It was just that the whole thing was as much of an inconvenience as it was a surprise. The more curious folks took advantage of the occasion to take youtube videos of it all. Inevitably the local news media were all called in to check it out. Exactly because it wasn’t even the least bit of a dangerous or scary thing people started, after a while, to take advantage of the offbeat nature of the occasion to turn it into one big party. Unfortunately, because of no one’s ever having previously heard of a sheep party in a little league stadium, people were a little confused about the necessary protocol for such a thing. Ultimately it turned out to be the most enjoyable experience anyone could remember having been through. Other than the frightfully messy aftermath-it took the cleaning crew months to get it all fixed up-everyone still members it all so very fondly.
Were I ever to take a walk down Lincoln Boulevard one day and to stumble upon something very valuable on the beach, I should probably try to do something in order to find its legitimate owner. At first, knowing me, I should most probably be so desperately tempted to keep it without telling anyone. My imagination would wander around in many different directions. If I found either an exceptionally large sum of money, a significantly expensive piece of jewelry, or some other major thing, I’d go quite a bit overboard with all sorts of mixed emotions. Imagine all the bills that could be paid. If it’s an extremely significant sum there would be enough left over to be quite self indulgent too. I could splurge on a lot of luxuries. Who could possibly be expected to pass up such a nice deal? It would take me quite a terribly long time to make the final irrevocable decision to do the entirely honorable thing. Of course if it’s cash, or merchandise without any serial number or other identifying marks, as far as I know it would be entirely fair to assume that no one could prove ownership anyway. Unfortunately, though, there’s also quite a seriously intense part of me that eventually would have to end up reporting it to the policemen over at the local precinct. It’s always so very much better to do the right thing than to take a chance by doing something that might sooner or later backfire and do more harm than good anyway. If after the official waiting period has expired, it still hasn’t been claimed, I should then be quite willing to keep it. Then I could be so very happy without having to be bothered with all those nasty obnoxious voices, in my head, constantly whining at me.