“Where?” Agnes looked but didn’t see any sheep. “I don’t see any sheep.”
“Sitting there, cheek to jowl, no masks. Listening to that pumpkin-faced clown. Like everything’s all ‘Bob’s your uncle’ in their part of the world. It’s disgusting.”
“Oh, you mean the people at his acceptance speech engaging in another possible pandemic super spreader?”
“Exactly, dammit, they’re just like a flock of sheep following the trail of his lies.”
“Agnes sighed and made a face before saying, “No, Jerry, Sheep are much smarter than that.”