Aiden, Sir Sheeps-a-lot attempted a head-butt from behind, missed and went between my legs. Thus, I rode a sheep for the five seconds it took me to wrangle myself off of him. He was unperturbed. I told him he was a bad sheep. He head butted Jeffrey, the goat, to prove his bad-assness. Jeffrey ruined any sympathy I might have had for him by trying to scale me in order to reach edible leaves.
Let me tell you, riding a sheep beats getting head-butted by a long shot (having been whacked to the ground by our 250-lb Suffolk mix, Samantha).
Apparently, we have evil animals who abuse their caregivers then pretend they are poor, starving orphans with visitors.