Man, what a day! I’m a shepherd, right? But today, I felt more like a lost sheep in the city of Wattignies. Seriously, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day with my flock. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m strolling down Rue de la République, just me and my thoughts. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I’m a shepherd, not a stuntman!
Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Place de la République. It’s buzzing, right? People everywhere, selling everything from fresh veggies to weird cheeses. I’m eyeing this stinky cheese, thinking, “Who buys this stuff?” But then, I see this cute little girl with her mom, and she’s munching on a baguette. I mean, who can resist a good baguette? Not me! So, I grab one. Best decision ever!
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus, like, almost running over a poor pigeon. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a bird!” But the bus driver? He’s yelling at the pigeon! I’m standing there, laughing and shaking my head. Only in Wattignies, right?
After that, I decide to head to Parc de la Mairie. I need some fresh air. I’m walking, and I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re all hyped, shouting and kicking the ball around. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my younger days, running around with my mates. But then, one of the kids kicks the ball too hard, and it lands right in my path. I catch it, and they all cheer like I’m some kinda hero. I’m just a shepherd, guys! But hey, I’ll take the glory.
Then, I sit on a bench, munching my baguette, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do I even herd sheep? I mean, I love my flock, but sometimes, I wonder if I should just open a bakery instead. “Shepherd’s Baguette,” has a nice ring to it, right?
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Café de la Gare!” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” So, I head over there, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and Pierre’s already on his third coffee. Classic Pierre.
We start chatting about life, sheep, and the weird stuff that happens in Wattignies. I tell him about the pigeon incident, and he’s cracking up. “Only you, man!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, but it’s true!”
Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a sheepdog with him. I’m like, “Dude, is that a sheepdog in a café?” Everyone’s staring. The dog’s just chilling, like it owns the place. I’m dying laughing.
But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from my neighbor. He’s like, “Your sheep are out!” I’m like, “What?!” Panic mode activated. I bolt outta the café, running back to my place. I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging people like I’m in some kinda obstacle course.
Finally, I get to my field, and there they are—my sheep, just munching away like they own the world. I’m yelling, “Get back here!” But they’re just looking at me like, “Nah, we’re good.” I’m so mad, but also kinda amused.
After a solid chase, I finally round them up. I’m sweating, heart racing, but I can’t help but laugh. “You guys are lucky I love you!” I say, shaking my head.
So, yeah, that was my day in Wattignies. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I’m back with my flock now, and honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if I did trip over a cobblestone and almost lose my sheep. Just another day in the life of a shepherd, I guess!