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Warrior Sheep Go West

Warrior Sheep Go West

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by Christopher Russell

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When a strange monster called Red Tongue threatens rams, ewes, and lambs everywhere, the Warrior Sheep spring into action.

Now the five bravest sheep in the eweniverse must hoof it to Las Vegas to stop Red Tongue's rampage.

And so the Warrior Sheep Go West.

Can the warriors stop the mystery monster before it's too late?



When a strange monster called Red Tongue threatens rams, ewes, and lambs everywhere, the Warrior Sheep spring into action.

Now the five bravest sheep in the eweniverse must hoof it to Las Vegas to stop Red Tongue's rampage.

And so the Warrior Sheep Go West.

Can the warriors stop the mystery monster before it's too late?


"Hilarious story full of adventure and wonderful characters."-Primary Times

"A super-funny, super-crazy crime caper."-Betty Bookmark

"Will have you laughing out loud...I highly recommend it."-Mother-Daughter Book Club

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""The Russells, a British husband-and-wife writing team, trot out their brave-but-foolish fleecy heroes for another preposterous romp full of wild coincidences, evil scientists, mad magicians and enough misunderstandings for three novels."" - Kirkus

""The adventurous episodes keep things moving along, while the hilarity takes hold especially during the second half of the book."" - School Library Journal

"Readers will be laughing out loud as they follow this comedy adventure full of twists, surprises, and a happy ending. " - Library Media Connection

School Library Journal
Gr 4�7—A series of rollicking adventures ensues as five sheep and their owners fly from England to the Las Vegas area for divergent, humorous reasons. The flock plans to confront their perceived legendary enemy, Red Tongue, in order to save all of sheepdom. Their owners, Gran and Tod, are tricked into coming to America by a mad scientist and his scheming wife, Stanley and Holly Boomberg. They think they are exhibiting their sheep at the Society for Rare, Humble, Unwanted, Beautiful and Rare Breed (RHUBARB) convention, but the Boombergs are planning to conduct survival experiments on a new planet using the animals. Upon landing in the desert, the Warrior Sheep escape the evil clutches of Holly while Gran and Tod are locked up in a ghost-town jail. Holly feverishly pursues the flock in her golf cart as Tod and Gran dig a tunnel to freedom. The animals get into one fix after another involving joyriding teenagers, a flash flood, a sword-wielding magician, and a menacing bear. A sheep that loves to rap plus another that worries about having a "bad fleece day" make for distinctive animal characterization. The tense relationship between Stanley and Holly creates deliciously dislikable dialogue, but her character borders on being a stereotype of a controlling female. The adventurous episodes keep things moving along, while the hilarity takes hold especially during the second half of the book.—Diane McCabe, Loyola Village Elementary School, Los Angeles
Kirkus Reviews

Dotty Ida White's equally daffy rare-breed sheep return for more fleecy (mis)adventures.

Sheltering from the rain in the barn, the five rare-breed sheep who saved the world (at least in their own minds) from Lambad the Bad (Quest of the Warrior Sheep, 2011) hear a threatening message from Ida's laptop (currently serenading the chickens with Internet music). Red Tongue threatens rams, ewes and lambs everywhere. Of course, matronly, busybody ewe Sal remembers mention of such a beast in the traditional "Songs of the Fleece." Red Tongue will come out of the west, where the hottest winds blow, to devour sheep everywhere; only a band of brave warriors can save the eweniverse. Meanwhile, Ida and her great-grandson Tod are invited to take their sheep to a conference of RHUBARB: Rare, Humble, Unwanted, Beautiful, and Rare Breeds in...the American Southwest (imagine that!) The conference is not what it appears. Red Tongue is (of course) not what the sheep think it is...everyone gets a bit more adventure than they bargained for! The Russells, a British husband-and-wife writing team, trot out their brave-but-foolish fleecy heroes for another preposterous romp full of wild coincidences, evil scientists, mad magicians and enough misunderstandings for three novels.

Fans of Brit humor will enjoy, but gird your suspension of disbelief; it's going to get a workout. (Animal fantasy. 9-12)

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They only went into the barn to get out of the rain. But that just goes to show that big adventures can start when you least expect them.
Sheep, even rare breed sheep, don't normally mind getting wet, but it had been pouring for days and the paddock was hoof-deep in mud. Jaycey, the pretty little Jacob, had had enough.
"Ohmygrass..." she said, trotting into the cozy barn. "All this rain. I'm having such a bad hair day."
"Don't be silly, dear," said Sal, the fat and motherly Southdown ewe, as she followed. "Only humans have hair. And there's no such thing as a bad fleece day."
"That's right, man," agreed Links, the large Lincoln Longwool ram, even though his own woolly locks were dangling damply in front of his eyes and he couldn't see where he was going. "Fleece is cool."
He bumped into the doorpost on his way in.
Wills, the skinny Balwen Welsh lamb, skipped in after Links. He liked the barn. Usually, there was a laptop in there.
Only Oxo, the great Oxford ram, was reluctant to go inside. The rain made the grass grow longer and sweeter. What was there not to like about that? But he was a sheep and sheep stick together, so he tugged up a last juicy mouthful and squeezed in after the rest.
The hens, who lived in the barn, squawked and fluttered for a few minutes then settled again, and the sheep made themselves comfortable on the straw-covered floor. They sat facing the laptop, which was propped on a bale of hay in the middle of the barn. Jaycey and Wills, the smallest, were at the front, with Sal, Oxo, and Links behind.
The laptop belonged to Ida White, who owned Eppingham Farm where the rare breed sheep lived. She often left it in the barn playing music for the hens. This particular wet spring day she was downloading some new tunes for them, some gentle pieces as a change from their usual pop and rock. The second track was just beginning as the sheep settled down.
Wills, whose mother had died when he was young, had spent his early lambhood with Ida and her grandson, Tod, in the farmhouse kitchen. He had learned a lot about human ways and could even read a little. He slowly read out the words on the screen.
"Sheep May Safely Graze...J. S. Bach."
"What's J. S. Bach?" asked Oxo. "Something you can graze on?"
Wills shook his head. "No, I think it's the name of the composer. The man who wrote the music."
"Shhh," said Sal. She was gazing happily at the laptop. As the music played, the screen showed a picture of sheep grazing in a beautiful sunlit valley. "How fortunate we are to be sheep," she murmured.
"Yeah," agreed Links. "But this ain't exactly a banging vibe, is it?" His curls bobbed up and down as he nodded his head, trying to compose a rap. It wasn't easy to make the words fit the slow music.
"We is Ovis Aries, that's our Latin name,
But you can call us sheep 'cause it means the same..."
Jaycey was also peering at the laptop but she wasn't interested in the music or the pictures. She'd noticed her own reflection in the screen and was studying it carefully. Finally, she relaxed. Not a bad hair day after all. And she was massively prettier than any of the safely grazing group on the screen.
Oxo tried listening to the music for a few seconds but could only hear his own stomachs rumbling, so he gave up and dozed off.
Then it happened.
The sheep on the screen disappeared and, from the blackness that replaced them, a red tongue emerged. It filled the screen, showing the rough, red surface and the tonsils dangling behind. Then came the voice.
"Hi, all you Rams and Ewes and Lambs. This message is for you. We're gonna slaughter you. We're on our way. Red Tongue! Remember the name!"
The sheep scrambled to their hooves and looked fearfully around. Oxo marched to the doorway and glared out. The paddock was empty.
The laptop spoke again. "Red Tongue! Remember the name!" Then the tongue disappeared and the sunlit valley returned.
"Ohmygrass..." Jaycey huddled close to Sal. "What was that?"
"I think," said Wills, "it was a pop-up."
"What's a pop-up?" asked Oxo.
"A sort of advertisement," said Wills, though he didn't really know what an advertisement was.
Oxo lowered his great head and pawed the barn floor with a hoof.
"Just let him pop up again," he snorted. "I'll be ready next time."
Sal raised a hoof for silence.
"Red Tongue...? Red Tongue...?" She was speaking in the odd voice she used when she was trying to remember something important. "Yes..." she said at last. "It's there in the Songs of the Fleece!"
"Uh-oh..." murmured Links warily.
The Songs of the Fleece were ancient. They had been handed down from ewe to lamb for centuries. Not many sheep knew all 365 verses like Sal did, but most knew a few. Sal looked gravely at her fellow rare breeds.
"Verse 204," she announced. "One of the prophetic verses." Then she added for Wills's sake, "Most of the Songs tell of our glorious history, you see, dear. The prophetic verses tell us what is to come."
Wills nodded politely. Despite not having had a mother to teach him sheeply things, he knew that much. He glanced at the laptop again. He felt sure he'd heard Ida say pop-ups were a nuisance. They arrived from nowhere then disappeared again. Just like the red tongue had done.
But Sal was clearing her throat so Wills turned to listen.
"A terrible monster will come from the West," she cried dramatically,
"And a brave flock of warriors will be put to the test.
For this monster has woken from centuries of sleep,
And its stomach will hunger for sheep. Then more sheep.
Hundreds of thousands will die every hour,
All the sheep in the world it will seek to devour."
Sal paused for breath but before she could start again, Jaycey's trembling voice had taken up the verse:
"Like a gigantic dog from the West it will come...
And the name of this monster, be warned, is: Red Tongue."
Jaycey looked at them all with frightened eyes. "My mum taught me that."
She wobbled on her dainty feet then fainted.
There was silence for a few moments then Links said, "So. We's done for, is it? We's all gonna be eaten by a monster dog."
"The Songs of the Fleece are never wrong," said Sal.
Oxo frowned. "Yeah, but what was that about warriors?"
Jaycey opened one eye. "They'll be put to the test," she wailed. "I don't want to be put to the test."
There was another silence while they all pondered.
"Is it us again, Sal?" asked Wills.
Once before, the little flock of rare breed sheep from Eppingham Farm had been called by the Songs of the Fleece to save sheepdom. They had destroyed Lambad the Bad and saved Lord Aries, the mighty Ram of Rams who lives above the clouds.
Sal answered Wills's question by reciting the next two lines:
"Who will come forward in the hour of need?
Hope will lie only with those of rare breed."
Oxo turned toward the doorway.
"Can't be clearer than that," he said. "Let's go!"
He charged out.
"Yeah, man," agreed Links. "The Eppingham rare breeds is the rarest of the rare."
"We did it once, we can do it again," said Wills bravely.
But then Oxo reappeared.
"So, um, where does this Red Tongue hang out, exactly?" he asked.
Sal thought hard then cleared her throat again.
"To the place where the monster first wakes you must go,
Where the sun scorches fleeces and the hottest winds blow.
But only the bravest will withstand this test.
Remember: Red Tongue...will wake in the West!"

Meet the Author

Christopher Russell had a successful career in British television drama before becoming a children's novelist. Christine has always been closely involved in his work. Now, they are writing together. The Warrior Sheep Go West is their second book, following closely on the hooves of The Quest of the Warrior Sheep.

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Warrior Sheep Go West 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ha!!! This book is %100 LOL!!!
Nikkayme More than 1 year ago
Bleating sheep, big baddies, one mad scientist and his equally mad wife, and a prophecy are all part of what makes The Warrior Sheep Go West a ruckus of a good time. This is the second book about these rare, highly intelligent, and bad guy fighting sheep, but not having read the first book was no problem at all. The reader is dropped right into the sheep's English world and then quickly upended with them when they go to America. Right from there, the action and hilarious situations are non-stop. Middle grade readers will thoroughly enjoy how the five sheep just happen to be in very human situations: getting picked up in a convertible, taking a train to the Grand Canyon, hopping a bus to Vegas, and even 'relaxing' in a Vegas hotel. The Warrior Sheep Go West is pure fun and the perfect book for readers who love a good time. Sal, Oxo, Jaycey, Wills, and Links will charm readers and animal lovers alike with their bold personalities and the ability to get into all kinds of trouble. I can only imagine that these warrior sheep have many adventures ahead of them and readers are going to love every single one of them.
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My child likes this nice childs book
jakm42 More than 1 year ago
This sequel was, as most sequels are, not quite as good as the first one. I think the story line was just strange enough that I couldn't suspend reality to enjoy it as much. It was still full crazy little plot turns, but it was just missing something.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't the warrior sheep down under come out TODAY
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
THIS ISTHE MOST AMAZING BOOK IN THE WORLDDDDD!! I highly reccomend it, best book ever!
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