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The quiet tranquil village of Moulton is a scene of rural bliss....sheep coming home from the pasture....looked after by a rather simple shepardess and her faithful dog 'Gyp'. |
| On the village green Bulls graze contentedly on the lush sward. |
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The sheep pass by the ancient pack horse bridge as sheep have done for thousands of years.... |
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When the Shepardess get home she tends to be rather thirsty and nips in to the Kings Head for a nice refreshing pint of best Suffolk Ale. |
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Here is the nice friendly fellow outside the cozy village pub. |
| Here is the shepardesses young assistant looking after the sheep outside and riding on one too! |
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But oh dear...they are all running away...something dreadful is happening...what can it be? |
