The Barn by Ralph Hagen for March 21, 2012

I’d bound too, in that situation.

So that’s how he ditched the pyscho-sheep girlfriend!“Shoo-ewe, I’m boundin’!”

I can just imagine how that pasture looks when the snow melts. Ewww!

Rory is improving by leaps and bounds!

Up until now, I thought Rory’s imagination had no bounds…

i thought that Bounding was what the Great American Jackalope did.

Think it’s time the snow melted anyway. Yesterday was the first day of spring.

What happened to the ewe in love with Rory?

That when the pasture rises.

What if you bound into a cow pie? Splat!

Good afternoon Rory fans.