"Why are there sheep in my bed?" 

"Oh, Neil."  I said, putting down my book.  "You're back."

"Why are there sheep in my bed?"  He repeated.  

"Adam dumped them here."  I explained.  "Apparently, their pen is being built outside, but there was no place to put them."

"So their in my bed?"  He said, raising his voice slightly.

"Shhhh."  I put a finger to my lips.  "You'll wake them up."

"Do you know how many germs farms animals carry?"

"Less than a keyboard?"  I guessed.

"Right."  Neil said, setting down the grocery bags.  I had thought he was getting snacks, but the bags fell away away, revealing two giant containers of Germ-X.  "But they're still dirty.  And sleeping in my bed."

"Would you rather it was a girl?"  Adam asked from the doorway.  

Neil turned around and looked at him.  "What are you doing here?"

Adam leaned against the door frame like he'd be standing there for a while.  "Now, Cornelius, is that any way to treat a childhood friend?"

"My bad."  Neil laughed.  "I just forgot."  He walked over to the door and he and Adam did a long  complex handshake, finishing with a man hug at the end.  I looked on in total awe.

"You,"  I pointed to each of them, "were childhood friends?"

"Yeah."  They said together.  

"I can't believe this..."  I muttered to myself.  "Adam,"  I said louder.  "Are you here to take the sheep?"

"Yes.  And, Neil, the only place I could think to put them was in little Ethan's room.  I hope you don't mind."

"You know that I hate excessive bacteria."

"Well, don't threaten little Ethan."  Adam winked at me.  I had to resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him.  "It was my idea. Mea culpa."  

When Latin works its way into the conversation, I make it my signal to leave.  Thanks to Adam's exculpation, I no longer had to worry about explaining to Neil why two lambs named after historic rulers were in our room.  I got up and left for dinner.