Writing Miss West's Point Of View

Miss West’s point of view

The mother sheep followed me along the path picking up her pace as she realized that i was within touching distance of her lamb. She let out a loud low bleat that echoed across the paddock. The sleeping lamb lifted it’s head and turned towards us before slowly returning to it’s sleep. As the sheep got closer and closer I thought about whether I should turn and run, I began to panic, “Was she going to attack me?” Holding my breath, I froze. I sighed as the sheep dodged me and ran protectively towards it’s lamb. “Phew, that was a close call.”