Are you sure you said sheep?
Sheila: Tricia, come and I'll show you my sheep.
Patricia: Your sheep? Sheila, what sheep?
Sheila: My sheep.
Patricia: Are you sure you said sheep.
Sheila: Shh, don't shout. Of course I'm sure I said sheep. She's here in the shed.
Isn't she sweet? She was washed up on the shore at Shale Marsh.
Patricia: What a shame! Is it unconscious?
Sheila: She's a she. I shall call her Sheba. I should think she's suffering from shock.
Patricia: Do you think she was pushed off that Persian ship? Oh Sheila, she's shivering.
Sheila: My precious! She shall have a soft cushion and my cashmere shawl!
Patricia: She's rather special, isn't she? Sheila, I wish—oh, I do wish we could share her!
Practise a jazz chant.