You find a bit of nature to build a cabin on, you construct it with your bare hands, making a domicile for yourself and those you love and big horn sheep come along and eat the roof.
There is a metaphor here.
Searching for a Metaphor
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wow. and I thought the rain on my vaulted ceiling was loud.
If you had a herd of big horn sheep up there it would sound like eight reindeer and a jolly fat man in a sleigh.
ugh, the aroma of wet sheep, but it would beat the heck out of scrap'n moss… Think I will stick with powdered Tide on the roof.
Thus washing the wool from the inside out?
Build it and they will come.
At least you wouldn't have to go far to get dinner… :-)