Genre: Light Fantasy
Balaam was not having a good day. First, there had been the locusts, then the fiery rain, and finally thick darkness. Suddenly, a herd of sheep appeared from nowhere, surrounding his car. One of the sheep even began talking.
“Go baack. Goooo baaaaaack.”
Balaam rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He had been working way too hard lately, going from town to town casting love spells, curses, and other such alleged magicks for superstitious villagers. Now, he was hearing things. After this next job, he had to take a few days off.
Acknowledgement: My sister, Margaret, helped me with this one, and deserves partial credit/blame.