"Baa".
Veronica questioned the judge on his choice of words. Was that even a word? She had to ask.
"Um...could you put it in a sentence?".
"Of course" The judge said "The sheep says baa".
That's it? The sheep says baa? That was easy, even if it wasn't a word. She walked up to the microphone, grinning away at the judge, and started to speak.
"Baa. B-A-A. Baa. Baaaa". Veronica put her hands over her mouth. The last baa didn't feel like she said the word, it felt like a natural baa. Veronica felt weird, and walked back to her seat. For some reason, she felt itchy. She started to scratch herself, feeling like she was wearing multiple jumpers under what she wore. She started to sweat a bit, but it wasn't even hot outside. Something was wrong...