Amos is counting himself to sleep. It's a good plan, until the cranky sheep land in his bedroom -- and start in with their many demands. It's bedtime for Amos, who smiles as he closes his eyes and counts some fluffy sheep trotting away in the grass. Until suddenly . . . THUD. And then another. "Not again " says the first sheep, now on Amos's floor. "I was having my wool clipped," grumbles the second. None too happy at being interrupted,...