Clive's Diary

I didn't mean to leave. I want that on the record. I was having a perfectly normal day — well, as normal as a day can be when you're a sheep operating heavy machinery in a building that smells like cardboard and someone's divorce.

The disguise was a neon hat and mirrored sunglasses. That's it. That's the whole disguise.

I should start by saying I didn't propose. I didn't even know it was a wedding until Bobo started throwing flowers and Zazu began narrating the ceremony like a nature documentary.