We have recently received the news that our good friend Monsieur Henry (the sheep we shared a roof terrace with in Dakar) has been slaughtered. Unfortunately we were not there to eat him so cannot report on his taste! Although Henry never took to us, probably because we ate his friend the night we arrived, we always enjoyed his company.
Not a day went by when his insane and incessant bleating failed to make us laugh. We always took the time to say hello to him in his tiny cage but when he was let out to stretch his legs we were not met with the same courtesy. Instead Monsieur Henry loved nothing more than to chase us around the rooftop with headbutting in mind. A contributing factor to his animosity may also have been the fact that we confused him with a goat for a number of weeks. He is actually a sheep but with little hair because it is hot and as we’ve found out, wooly or not, sheep tails hang down and goats have a little tuft that sticks up. The Dakar rooftops will not be the same without him but on our return our sleep will be greatly improved and we shall cross the roof terrace without fear!
