“Here’s the deal,” said the Sheep. She seemed bigger today, staring down through shaded glasses. She pushed a slip of paper across the table: one sentence hammered out in Goudy Old Style.
I said, “Really? There’s no other option?”
Her grin was thick with yellowing teeth. “We could always return to the periodic shaving and docking of your entire species. It’s your call.”
I picked up the pen. “Can’t believe I’m bargaining with a sheep,” I said.
She chortled. “Baa-gaining, that’s a good one. I may just take that too.”
First published in National Flash Fiction’s Micro Madness 17 June 2015.