Did you know of the odd practice of shepherds in the Baghdad area? When driving their flocks of sheep to market, they line up the male sheep, but let the females trot along in a disordered mob.

All of which goes to show that the queue in Iraq has no ewe.

At least the sheep don't wear Burquastock shoes.

Well, at least it's language related.

While reading some Ogden Nash poetry this weekend, I read a very cute limerick about Iraq having no "ewe," I can't seem to find it online, though.