in Australia, though.
I was on a sheep farmat one point,
and-- And the farmer,he said to me--
One evening he said,
"Do you want to help meget the sheep in?"
And I said, "Yes, yes,I would love to help you
get the sheep in.
That is something I wouldvery much enjoy."
So we did it together.
The sun was going down.
There was a golden gloweverywhere,
and the sheepwere kicking up dust,
making it feeleven more magical.
And I was gettingthe sheep in
to where they weresupposed to go.
And I thought,I could do this.
I could be a sheep farmer.
I could be happydoing this.
And then I went back overto the farmer once I was done,
and I said, "Did I do all right,Jack? Did I do all right?
Tell me how well I didwith the sheep, Jack."
And he was a big man.
He was handsomeand charismatic.
He had a craggy,lived-in, dusty face.
In a good way.I mean that as a compliment.
I realize it soundedgrotesque.
He was big. Every time he puthis arm around me,
I felt small and safe.
And I said to him,"How did I do with the sheep?"
And he looked at mewith kindness in his eyes.
And he said, "You were less goodthan the dog."
And that's not the answer I waslooking for in that moment.
To be honest,that's not the answer
that anyoneis looking for.
No one wants to be comparedunfavorably with a dog
unless the categorythey're being compared in
is eating out of a bowlor [BLEEP] in the street.
Those are the only twocategories
where you give the dogthe W.
They were favoritegoing into that contest.