I lawer was driving past a field and noticed a crowd around a tractor that seemed to be covered in blood. Not wanting to miss out on the excitment he got out of his car and ventured onto the field and towards the crowd. He was struggling to see past the crowd that wern't very keen to give up their spots. The lawer suddenly had an ingenious plan to divide the crowd and get a front row seat. The lawer cleared his throat and yelled "Get out of the way! I'm the father of the victim!" The crowd imediately split up making a path for the lawer. The lawer moved forward, and lying on the ground infront of the bloody tractor, was a dead sheep.