Dude, they're sheep, you're seriously overestimating their mental ability! [While he'd been handling the dippy wool floofs, Renee had turned her hand over to repairing the pens--she knew her way around wood, hammer, and nails, at least a little bit. Thank you, Girl Scouts.]

That's not going to hurt them, is it? [Though man, she's got a weird expression on her face. Is this guy...wait. No, is he who she thinks he might be? Webbing? Nah, he's gotta be younger than she is...Can't be.]