Standing out from the Herd

I saw a warming sight today on the way home from Wickow (Brittas - sea breeze - f-ing freezing!). In a field, being used to herd sheep, was a brand new, shiny red Volswagon Passat. It was like a Lotto ad. For some reason this cheered me immensely.

I wonder if there was a sheep in the passenger seat, having a smoke and sniggering at his less favoured flock-mates.

'Mehhh-heh-heh. Run, you poor bastards!'

Although I've got the gender all wrong there, haven't I?