Sheep (Ovis aries) are quadrupedal, ruminant mammals typically kept as livestock. Like all ruminants, sheep are members of the order Artiodactyla, the even-toed ungulates. Although the name "sheep" applies to many species in the genus Ovis, in everyday usage it almost always refers to Ovis aries. Numbering a little over one billion, domestic sheep are also the most numerous species of sheep.
Sheep are most likely descended from the wild mouflon of Europe and Asia. One of the earliest animals to be domesticated for agricultural purposes, sheep are raised for fleece, meat (lamb, hogget or mutton) and milk. A sheep's wool is the most widely used animal fiber, and is usually harvested by shearing. Ovine meat is called lamb when from younger animals and mutton when from older ones. Sheep continue to be important for wool and meat today, and are also occasionally raised for pelts, as dairy animals, or as model organisms for science.
Sheep husbandry is practised throughout the majority of the inhabited world, and has been fundamental to many civilizations. In the modern era, Australia, New Zealand, the southern and central South American nations, and the British Isles are most closely associated with sheep production.[citation needed]
The Sheep is a character, created by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, aka Lewis Carroll. It appeared in Dodgson's book, Through the Looking-Glass, the sequel to his book Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
The Sheep is first mentioned in the fifth chapter of Through the Looking-Glass, "Wool and Water". The White Queen is talking to Alice, when she suddenly starts "baa-ing" and then seems to 'wrap herself in wool'. Alice figures out she is in a shop, and that The White Queen has turned into a sheep. The Sheep sits in her chair knitting as Alice looks around the shop. She gives Alice a pair of her knitting needles, and asks her if she can row. As Alice begins to answer, she realizes that they are in a little boat, and that the needles have turned into oars. As they glide along the water, the Sheep repeatedly shouts out "Feather," and tells Alice that they will be catching crabs. Alice's attention is then put onto some scented rushes growing in the water. She tries picking them, but they are only 'dream rushes' and melt away. She then quickly catches a crab, which she actually didn't see, and they are all suddenly in the shop again. Alice buys an egg from the Sheep (that ends up turning into Humpty Dumpty) and the two part ways.
In the English language, black sheep is an idiom used to describe an odd or disreputable member of a group, especially within a family. The term has typically been given negative implications, implying waywardness. It derived from the atypical and unwanted presence of other black individuals in flocks of white sheep.
In psychology, the black sheep effect refers to the tendency of group members to judge likeable ingroup members more positively and deviant ingroup member more negatively than comparable outgroup members.
The term originated from the occasional black sheep which are born into a flock of white sheep due to a genetic process of recessive traits. Black wool was considered commercially undesirable because it could not be dyed. In 18th and 19th century England, the black color of the sheep was seen as the mark of the devil. In modern usage, the expression has lost some of its negative connotations, though the term is usually given to the member of a group who has certain characteristics or lack thereof deemed undesirable by that group.
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It's Schluufy's birthday, and the Oogieloves (Goobie, Zoozie and Toofie), along with their friends J. Edgar, Windy Window and Ruffy, are organizing a party. (Shh! It's a secret.) Everything is going along just perfectly until J. Edgar trips and loses the last five magical balloons in all of Lovelyloveville--OH NO! The Oogiloves set out to find the magical balloons in time to save their friend's party. Along the way, they meet some very interesting characters indeed, including Dotty Rounder (Cloris Leachman), Bobby Wobbly (Carey Elwes), Milky Marvin (Chazz Palminteri), Rosalie Rosebud (Toni Braxton) and Lola and Lero Sombero (Christopher Lloyd and Jaime Pressly). Can these new friends help them recover the magical balloons and get back to the cottage in time to celebrate Schluufy's surprise birthday?
Keywords: based-on-film, box-office-flop, critically-bashed
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Abe and the Amazing Promise is a Veggie-spun Bible classic that tells the story of Abraham and Sarah and their wait for a promised child. Bob the Tomato responds to a fan's letter about "waiting" by directing a Bible-times interview with Abraham, Sarah and their promised son. Bob & Junior's patience is tested by splitting camels, a confused nurse, an easily distracted film crew, and a host of other laughable filming disasters! Includes a Silly Song with Larry entitled "Sneeze If You Need To!," and the musical "misadventures" of Blunders in Boo-Boo-Ville. This episode also showcases nationally syndicated radio host "Delilah" as the voice of Sarah. Kids will learn God always keeps His promises, even if we have to wait... and wait... and wait!
Keywords: based-on-biblical-story, beauty-and-the-beast, bibical, bible-quote, bible-stories, bird, bird-cage, birdcage, catching-a-bird, fairy-tale-parody
Good things come to those who wait!
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Brad and Kate have been together three years, in love, having fun, doing all sorts of things together with no intention of marriage or children. Christmas morning, they're on their way to Fiji, having told their two sets of divorced parents that they're off to do charity work. Through a fluke, they have no choice but to visit each of their four idiosyncratic parents. As the day progresses, Brad and Kate remember growing up, each learns more about the other, and Kate realizes that her life may not be as good as it could be. Do they know each other well enough to weather the storms families bring?
Keywords: airline-employee, airport, airport-personnel, argument-between-couple, argument-in-car, baby, baby-vomiting, bouncy-castle, box-office-hit, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship
His father, her mother, his mother and her father all in one day.
Pour eux les fêtes sont un vrai cauchemar. (For them the holidays are a real nightmare.)
Connor: Do you know who I am?::Brad: What?::Connor: Google me bitch! I might be famous one day.
Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.
Darryl: Look, Brad. I'm not trying to be your father, you already got one of those. I'm just hoping for a chance to be your friend.::Brad: You were my friend, Darryl. You were my best friend. We grew up together, we rode bikes together, we used to smell each others hands. But now you're sleeping with my mom and it's a little bit weird for me. Can you appreciate that?::Darryl: I never had a sexual thought about your mom until I was 30.::Brad: Can you leave it alone? You can't be my friend anymore. You can't be sleeping with my mom and still be my friend, ok?
Brad: My childhood was like the Shawshank Redemption, except I didn't have some old, warm, black man to share my story with!
Brad: I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a ten dollar spending cap.::Howard: Well, maybe if you came home more than once a decade, you'd know crap like that!
Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.
Gram-Gram: [Thinking of a non-material, spirtual Christmas gift] I could increase the frequency with which I pleasure Milt with my hands and with my mouth!
Kate: Cassie! That marker in your mouth, I peed on it!
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Simon Birch tells the story of Joe and Simon's heart-warming journey of friendship. Simon Birch was born with a condition that makes him much smaller than all the other kids in town. Now, due to his condition, Simon thinks God made him this way for a reason and highly believes in God. Together, Joe and Simon go on a journey of trust and friendship to find the answers to many things. Their friendship is put to the test when some unfortunate events happen.
Keywords: 1950s, 1960s, accidental-death, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, argument, armadillo, arrogance, baby-jesus, bag, baseball
Destiny has big plans for little Simon Birch.
Simon: I've been thinking.::Joe: Yeah?::Simon: Last year we were in the squirt league, and this year we're in the pewee.::Joe: So?::Simon: So what do they want us to do, play baseball or urinate? Anyway, I was just thinking.
Adult Joe Wenteworth: Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our impatience, then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch a breath.
Simon: You're already a bastard. Might as well be an enlightened one.
Simon: I'm a miracle you know.::Joe: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Simon: She's so sexy that sometimes I forget she's someone's mother.::Joe: Well, what if I said the same thing about your mother?::Simon: I'd have you committed.
Simon: If God's made the church bake sale a priority, we're in a lot of trouble.
Simon: What I want to do and what I do are two separate things. If we all went around doing what we wanted all the time, there'd be chaos.
Simon: Your mother is so sexy, sometimes I forget she's someone's mother.::Joe: What if I said the same thing about your mother?::Simon: I'd have you committed.
Adult Joe Wenteworth: [voiceover] I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice, not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. What faith I have, I owe to Simon Birch, the boy I grew up with in Gravedown, Maine.
Joe: I have faith. I just need proof to back it up.
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Farmer Hoggett wins a runt piglet at a local fair and young Babe, as the piglet decides to call himself, befriends and learns about all the other creatures on the farm. He becomes special friends with one of the sheepdogs, Fly. With Fly's help, and Farmer Hoggett's intuition, Babe embarks on a career in sheepherding with some surprising and spectacular results.
Keywords: 1990s, adopted-son, adoption, affection, animal-name-in-title, australia, barking, based-on-novel, blockbuster, border-collie
A little pig goes a long way.
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [opens her present to reveal the beautiful dollhouse Mr. Hoggett made; begins crying] Wwwwaaaaaahh!::Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Oh, what's wrong, dear?::The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [sobs] It's the wrong one. I WANT THE HOUSE I SAW ON THE TELEVISION!::Mrs. Esme Hoggett: [consoles her granddaughter] Oh, there, there.
Narrator: This is a tale about an unprejudiced heart, and how it changed our valley forever. There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs; they lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they'd be taken into Pig Paradise, a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.
Maa the Very Old Ewe: Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.::Horse: The cat says they call it Christmas::Ferdinand the duck: Christmas! Christmas dinner, yeah. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! Christmas means carnage!::[flies away frantically]::Ferdinand the duck: Christmas means carnage!
Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.::Babe: [laughs] Oh, well, but...::Cat: Feeling good about tomorrow, are you?::Babe: Mm-hmm, it should be alright, I think.::Cat: You know, I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm not sure if you realise how much the other animals are laughing at you for this sheep dog business.::Babe: Why would they do that?::Cat: Well, they say that you've forgotten that you're a pig. Isn't that silly? And they even said that you don't know what pigs are for.::Babe: What do you mean 'what pigs are for'?::Cat: You know, why pigs are here.::Babe: Why are any of us here?::Cat: Well, the cow's here to be milked, the dogs are here to help the Boss's husband with the sheep, and I'm here to be beautiful and affectionate to the Boss.::Babe: Yes?::Cat: [sighs softly] The fact is that pigs don't have a purpose, just like ducks don't have a purpose.::Babe: [confused] Uh, I - I don't, uh...::Cat: Alright, for your own sake, I'll be blunt. Why do the Bosses keep ducks? To eat them. So why do the Bosses keep a pig? The fact is that animals that don't seem to have a purpose really do have a purpose. The Bosses have to eat. It's probably the most noble purpose of all, when you come to think about it.::Babe: They eat pigs?::Cat: Pork, they call it - or bacon. They only call them pigs when they're alive.::Babe: But, uh, I'm a sheep pig.::Cat: [giggles] The Boss's husband's just playing a little game with you. Believe me, sooner or later, every pig gets eaten. That's the way the world works. Oh, I haven't upset you, have I?::[chuckles softly]
Ferdinand the duck: Look, there's something you should know.::Babe the pig: Yes?::Ferdinand: Humans eat ducks!::Babe: [gasps] I beg your pardon?::Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks prefer to forget it, but the fact is that humans like to eat plump, attractive ducks.::Babe: Ohhh, I don't think so. Not the Boss, not the Boss's wife.::Ferdinand: Oh, come on. Humans don't eat cats - why?::Babe: Well, they're...::Ferdinand: They're indispensable: they catch mice. Humans don't eat roosters - why? They make eggs with the hens and wake everyone up in the morning.::Babe: Right.::Ferdinand: I tried it with the hens: it didn't work. So I turned to crowing, and lo! I discover my gift. But no sooner do I become indispensable than they bring in a machine to do the job. Ohhhh-oh-oh, the treachery of it - a mechanical rooster!
[Babe's first attempt to herd sheep just got him laughed at]::Babe: This is ridiculous, Mum!::Fly: Nonsense, it's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep, they're inferior.::Babe: Oh, no they're not.::Fly: Of course they are. We are their masters, Babe. Let them doubt it for a second and they'll walk all over you.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: Fly! Get the pig out of there!::Fly: Make them feel inferior - abuse them, insult them.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: Fly!::Babe: They'll laugh at me.::Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless. Whatever it takes, bend them to your will.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: Enough!::Fly: Go on, go!
Old Ewe: We've got something here that might be of use to our pig.::Sheep, Sheep, Sheep: Password! Password!::Old Ewe: Before we gives you anything, wolf, you'll be making us a solemn, promise.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: Yes?::Sheep: Treat us civil!::Old Ewe: Yes, you gotta treat us nice-like.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: I'll try.::Sheep: No biting!::Old Ewe: That's right, wolf must avoid biting us sheep at all costs.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: Alright, I'll try that too. I'll try.::Old Ewe: But the most important of all, you must promise never ever to let this password we be about to give to be used against any sheep anywhere.::Rex the Male Sheepdog: I promise you that. I'll make make sure that the pig knows it too.::Old Ewe: We have the promise!::Sheep: 'Tis for Babe!::Sheep: It's for his sake!::Sheep: Maa would've wanted it.::Old Ewe: [with other sheep, in unison] Baa-ram-ewe. Baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.
Fly: All right, how did you do it?::Babe: I asked them and they did it. I just asked them nicely.::Fly: We don't ask sheep, dear; we tell them what to do.::Babe: But I did, Mum. They were really friendly.
Narrator: There are many perfectly nice cats in the world, but every barrel has its bad apples, and it is well to heed the old adage, "Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge."
[last lines]::Narrator: And though every single human in the stands or in the commentary boxes was at a complete loss for words, the man who in his life had uttered fewer words than any of them knew exactly what to say.::Farmer Hoggett: That'll do, pig. That'll do.
You are lost
Damaged beyond repair
The dead soul department
All my dears,
I've lost you and I know you can't survive
The world is big and full of fright
You haven't got half the mind
There's no hope for you
It's the end...
"Leave 'em alone and they'll come home and bring their tails behind them"
You are lost you are lost
You poor things have gone astray
I know that you are blind
Following a naughty road
Domino suicide
It's pathetic don't pretend...
"Leave 'em alone and they'll come home and bring their tails behind them"
I surrender
You are not mine to mend
One day you'll wash ashore
Lifeless on forgotten sand
All is wasted
Dig your grave
"Leave 'em alone and they'll come home and bring their tails behind them"
The dead soul department
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green, he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives, he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Blasting and bubbling, I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead
You better stay home and do as you're told
We are young and in too deep. (In too deep.)
Burning our bridges while we sleep. (While we sleep.)
Cutting down fabrics at the seams. (At the seams.)
Strangling all our families sheep. (Families sheep)
I have given it up, given enough…given…
You know that we can’t...
We can’t come clean.
I saw the morning sun
eat it’s way through everyone.
We are young and in too deep. (In too deep.)
Burning our bridges while we sleep. (While we sleep.)
Cutting down fabrics at the seams. (At the seams.)
Strangling all our families sheep. (Families sheep)
Gracefully, we dance our way to nothing...
Gracefully, we’re bowing out too soon.
Patiently, I wait for word of something.
Knowing this ego will wash what is left of this stench that we hid with perfume.
Burn.
I can not breath.
I can not breath.
Worms.
They live in me. They live in me.
Worms.
They live in me. They live in me.
I am gouging out my eyes.
I have made my bed with flies.
I have burned out with my light
We are young and in too deep. (In too deep.)
Burning our bridges while we sleep. (While we sleep.)
Cutting down fabrics at the seams. (At the seams.)
Strangling all our families sheep. (Families sheep)
We are young and in too deep. (In too deep.)
Burning our bridges while we sleep. (While we sleep.)
Cutting down fabrics at the seams. (At the seams.)
I've got all of the symptoms
and I don't know wrong from right
I resist the itemized list
but it seems so hard tonight
I don't want to be a sheep
just because I'm told
I don't want to be a sheep
in complete control
you get into my headache
you regulate the pain
but I can't second guess you
you go directly to my brain
I can't believe they're on my side
I've been wrong too many times
I do anything you say
I don't know left from right
I think there's something in the water
I wrote my name on your wall last night
In hopes that I'd end up in your dreams
But I am just a sheep
Tell me where to go
Tell me where to sleep
I'll keep my head to the ground
You're too much beauty for me
I'll keep counting for all eternity
I wake wight he sun and enter as you sleep
Coz I need what you give so graciously
This love must be discrete
She can never know what's sitting at your feet
It's your gift on the ground
It's too much beauty for me
I'll keep counting for all eternity
It's time to tell me what you saw
It's time to tell me what you saw
Where are all my little
Little lambs
Fast asleep
Where are all my little
Little lambs
Fast asleep
It's time to tell me what you saw
It's time to tell me what you saw
Did did did did da
Did did da ha
Did did did did da
Did did da ha
Oh, where can they be?
Did did did did da
Did did da ha
Oh, where can they be?
It's time to tell me what you saw
Tell me
It's time to tell me what you saw
Please, Mister
If you see them
They're missing
Won't you help them find
Their way
Find their way home
Before
Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead
The shepherds smile seems to confirm my fears
They've never questioned anything, they've never disagreed
Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
It's sheep we're up against
Sheep we're up against
When I was young they used to get me counting sheep
But the counting I did was all in vain
Now when I'm tired and I'm trying to get to sleep
I count humans jumping onto trains
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
It's sheep we're up against
Sheep we're up against
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
It's sheep we're up against
Walking, thinking, feeling, responding
Uncovering and discovering new things about myself
And this mad world around me
Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and tones
Different styles but wild is wild
Calm is calm, but cool is mature
Most cool cats are kids at heart
Now there's business along with the art
A chef with words, a chef with herbs
A chef with vegetables, soy products and bean curd
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”
And I say, “Why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd?”
Of the world I haven't seen much
But with the mind I escape the ghetto's clutch
Loose cigarettes, ass bets on celo games
Abandoned cars and colorful names on walls
Suburb days were filled with sun rays
And crooked cops who looked at me sideways
Singin' that same old song
Where ya from, 'cos here you don't belong
Long strolls unravel my soul like a scroll
Telling many stories untold
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”
And I say, “Why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd?”
I an' I light up the sky, who be the sun
To stir up your adrenaline like African drums
Status quo, no, along with the grain, no
I got my own flow
Similar to none, dangerous like itchy fingers on guns
Yet graceful like swans but there's a built in bomb
Must defuse, must choose, right or wrong, win or lose
Born to die, that's why I ask, “Why is it so hard to get a piece of the pie?”
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”?
Dressed in rags and drenched in sweat
Spinning something that the world will soon forget
Handkerchief and girlfriend jeans,
You're not privy to the splendid things I've seen
Kill that DJ, clear the floor
Have a seizure in the leisure of the board
Damn the mob mentality
If you're sick of it then sing it with me
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my song, it was never about you at all
The social climb our suck-up slave
Had a moment and you dragged it out for days
Here's a conflict that you crave,
I'm the phoenix in the death of the fleeting things
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my song, it was never about you at all
You're everything I wanted, you're everything I need at all
Everything I wanted, I've gotta let you go
Is it everything you wanted?
Everything you need at all?
Everything you wanted, I've gotta let you go
Now you seem to find your place amongst the sheep
(I've gotta let you go)
Now you seem to find your place away from me
(I've gotta let you go)
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my song, it was never about you at all
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
It's my life and I'm living without you
I've got all of the symptoms
and I don't know wrong from right
I resist the itemized list
but it seems so hard tonight
I don't want to be a sheep
just because I'm told
I don't want to be a sheep
in complete control
you get into my headache
you regulate the pain
but I can't second guess you
you go directly to my brain
I can't believe they're on my side
I've been wrong too many times
I do anything you say
I don't know left from right
I think there's something in the water
because it doesn't taste quite right