Nonsense, Ophelia said stoutly. They're happy sheep. You can tell.How? Sophia demanded.Ophelia regarded the ewes for a moment, then suddenly broke into a huge grin. Maybe you can tell they're happy sheep because they don't feel baaaaad.
by Karen Hawkins
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In the book "How to Treat a Lady" by Karen Hawkins, a conversation unfolds between two characters, Ophelia and Sophia, about the happiness of sheep. Ophelia expresses her belief that the sheep appear happy, asserting this with confidence. However, Sophia questions how one can determine the sheep's happiness, prompting Ophelia to reflect on the sheep's demeanor. With a playful grin, Ophelia articulates her whimsical reasoning, suggesting that the absence of distress in the sheep's behavior signifies their happiness. Her humorous response, that they do not feel "baaaaad," highlights her lighthearted perspective and adds a charming touch to their dialogue, showcasing the book's blend of wit and insight.

In the book "How to Treat a Lady" by Karen Hawkins, a conversation unfolds between two characters, Ophelia and Sophia, about the happiness of sheep. Ophelia expresses her belief that the sheep appear happy, asserting this with confidence. However, Sophia questions how one can determine the sheep's happiness, prompting Ophelia to reflect on the sheep's demeanor.

With a playful grin, Ophelia articulates her whimsical reasoning, suggesting that the absence of distress in the sheep's behavior signifies their happiness. Her humorous response, that they do not feel "baaaaad," highlights her lighthearted perspective and adds a charming touch to their dialogue, showcasing the book's blend of wit and insight.

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