” the Sheep Man complained.

    Someually found o top of the Seagull’s wife’s house.

    “ing for ttling voice from he house say.

    “Umm, no...I’m knohe Sheep Man...” he began.

    “I don’t  any,” said tly.

    “I’m not a he door.”

    “You’re really not collecting for the newspaper?”

    Suddenly, t open, and t. Sall and ed like a pick-axe.

    “told me t you knoo kno curses,” said t beak could  fully.

    “You’ll a come inside. I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

    terribly messy. t, a bottle of catsup able, and trashcan was overflowing.

    ts, one by one.

    “Boy, t’s tougo find anoto your world.”

    “But can’t I just go back the way I came?”

    “No. Once you’ve come, t to rigake you to a place on my back, t rid of this curse.”

    “t would make me awfully happy.”

    “But you look pretty he Seagull’s wife said, dubiously.

    “I’m not  all. I’m barely 75 pounds,” ting by about 10 pounds.

    “All rig’s make a deal,” take you to the place where you can break your curse.”

    “Done.”

    But took quite a long time to clean. It  been cleaned in literally montes and tea cups, caked able-top; vacuumed tiles; and picked up all tras out. ed.

    “I ed curse to tly to himself.

    “It looks pretty good,” tisfied. “A .”

    “So noake me to the curse can broken?”

    “Yeah, I’ll keep my promise. here, climb on my back.”

    Once tten on, took off into t time tightly.

    “ing me. Don’t pull so  br