As she desperately tries to reason through her mind the various hows whats and whys, Jennifer sits quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the pastures as they pass them by. Part of her wants to be out there, munching idly on the grass, but her human mind supresses that thought quickly.
"Why so quiet, Jenn?" Mom asks at one point during the ride.
"Hmm?" Jennifer wasn't really listening. "Oh, so-o-rry... go-o-t alot on my mind."
"You're usually thrilled out of your mind and chatty as all get-out when it's time for shearing. You feel okay?"
"No... I might be co-o-oming down with something."
"I'm sure you'll feel better once you get all that wool off of you."
"Would I ever," Jennifer can't help but chuckle bitterly at that.
"Well, we're here."
The car pulls up and Jennifer's just a bit shocked at what she sees. It's a high-end, fairly industrialized farm, with heavy machinery doing a bulk of the work. They pull into a sleek, chic building with a large open door and step out. The interior is large and roomy, well-lit, and not at all what she thought a barn would look like.
"There's our big moneymaker!" Jennifer hears a voice from behind her, one she somehow knows to belong to Dr. William Tisdale. "Looking lovely today, Jennifer. Ready for the swap?"
"Sw-a-a-ap?" Jennifer asks as she sits on the stool he brings out with him. She can barely see out of the corner of her eye her mom mouthing "She's not feeling well."
"Yeah, swap. I shear this stuff off and give you an amount of money equal to the value of the wool."
"H-how much?"
"Usually ranges anywhere from a million to five million... your stuff's better than cashmere, you know."
Jennifer can barely speak. Because of this sheep stuff, she's a multimillionaire?
Maybe it's not so bad after all.