There I was, in the snowy forest, catching sheep.


When a man threw me bones by the heap.


Something came over me, and I didn't know what to say.


And now, because of this red collar, I obey.


The next morning, he took me to a cave.


Told me to stay, then left without a wave.


I waited and waited, because he told me to stay.


He never came back, and I withered away.


Was it a zombie? Skeleton? Creeper?


All I know, is that he kept on going deeper.


Suddenly, my red collar disappeared.


Then, a plump-looking sheep neared.


I pounced, and enjoyed my freedom.


Masters? Bah, who needs 'em?