Day 32:The sheep's mystery

Finally, FINALLY, we have rid ourselves of that moose, though it took most of Sheepsta's hair gel and 3/4 of a pisatchio nut in a lump of bacon fat, but we did manage tosteal its antlers before it bounded off into the night. I planned to sell them on Ebay, but stupid SheepSta thought they would make a nice smoothie.
StaSheep has becom an artist. The siege must have dun sumthin 2 his head, because he keeps making these stupid paintings and writing soppy poems. I can't really tell what the paintings are, but I do know that he keeps himself locked in his room. I try to feed him, but he says it will destroy his 'artistic flaire'. I thought that was where you plasted a painter out a cannon, but apparently not.
I have recently had many questions asking me what gender SheepSta was. Sometimes it says she, other times he. The answer is, faithful readers, I haven't the foggiest idea. Though StaSheep assures me they are not dating, SheepSta's gender is a mystery. Whenever I ask, it blushes and shoves a load of socks in her mouth.
Yours, as always
Dr BanaNa