Sheep

It was a dark and stormy night... "Our sheep is fucking gone!" the old farmer with one tooth and a poor looking hat that haven't been washed the last 20 years said. The sweather made of wool was black as coal, and it was white with pink spots once upon a time. His pants was almost like a normal but dirty short. Shoes of wood? No, no. None woody shoes in this town, here we go without. "A couple of shoes through the life should be enough." the poor looking farmer tought. The farmer scratched his penis and went to the farm to pick up his elephant rifle.

The farmer was going in the forrest and heard the forrest say "Baaah, baaaah!" "hum hum" the farmer said while he scratched his hair under his hat, "bold as always" the farmer thought.

The farmer began to run while he drunk Coke from 1954. The forrest were dark, but else it was mostly green. It was trees there too, weird. The farmer were closer to the road after running in seven to eight hours. A-ha! There is my wool-dotted bastard. And wow, the sheep jumped on a plastic racer (MC) and drove as a pig... eh, sheep on the road. The farmer went home and was pissed of for about 15-16 hours. "Fucking sheep" he tought.

Next day, when the farmer woke up, he went to the garage. There the sheep lay in a bottle of vacuum. The farmer screamed "What the fuck are you laying in there for, you fucking sheep?" The sheep answered "What the fuck is a "shipp"? Call me a "shiip" you moron. The farmer pulled the sheep up from the bottle, "What the fuck, you are a wolf in sheep-clothes!" the farmer said when he pulled up the sheep-clothes. "Goto hell" the farmer screamed while he shot the wolf with his rifle.

School test in "norwegian", score: 3 out of 6
This text is translated from existing text, and the score is for the norwegian part.