Flock of Sheep

Oh, I have horrible news! There is a very foolish place sponsoring a sheep adoption project. Sixteen dollars for a grown sheep, five for a baby. These poor sheep have the misfortune to have nice, long, thick, warm wool, too. And in their second misfortune, the place where they're gathered is right on a bus line, and we conveniently live just down the street from a bus stop. Do buses let polar bears on them? I'm afraid that my sisters have been checking the schedule for bus departure times, and I just saw the cubs pulling out the good scissors. Do you think the poor sheep will still be adoptable after my siblings have snagged every last tuft of their wool?