The Sheep that almost got away

I grew up in suburban California. This means that the closest I've gotten to the animal equals mean equation is chicken breasts in the grocery store asisle. Apparently that's not the way it goes down in Africa. It's not a particularly good idea to get too attached to any of the "cute" animals wandering the village as it's quite posssible that you will be eating that animal's foot for dinner.
Yesterday we had our Moletsi farewell banquet (that included amazing tribal dancing that I have amazing pictures of that I will eventually find some way to get on a computer). "Luckily" for us the chief decided to donate two sheep. So Saturday morning in rolls the Peace Corp van with two unsuspecting sheep residing in the back. Soon a dull knefe had been fourn and our infamous language trainer, Papi, was ready to take on the manly role of "hunter." The van was open and one of the sheep flew from the vehicle with as much speed as it could muster and headed towards the gate to make its escape. Chaos broke loose: we were presented with quite the conundrum. Part of the volunteers chased after the animal while the other half chanted "Free the Sheep." Unluckily or luckily, depending on your opinion, Jesse caught the sheep. I have quite the before and after pictures of the event. Before: Jesse carrying hte sheep to its doom. After: Peace Corp volunteers skinning the animal.