My own little world (working title)

"We're not gonna make it!"
"Keep running, Chris! We're going to make it!"
"No, no we're not! We're going to fall!"
"Shut up, Chris! Just jump, just do it!" Chris' long legs ran with nervous ferocity, one after the other making hard, distinctive steps in the barren ground under them. His chest heaved, with fatigue from running, and with fear. He pushed as hard as he could, and closed his eyes as they neared the edge. Chris could feel her grip on his neck get tighter, and her legs push into his sides. She was jolted upwards as all four of Chris' feet left the ground before they met the cliff's edge. They had both closed their eyes tight by now, but only Chris' moaning howl could be heard as it echoed off the flat surface far beneath them. After a few moments, her eyes found themselves open, and wandering towards what was below her; when they were met with empty space her arms quickly wrapped around the base of Chris' long thick neck, where her hands met on the other side and grasped each other hard, fearing the long fall down. She sprung her head back up, focusing intensely on what was in front of them. "See! See, Chris?" Her voice screamed over the roaring wind rushing past their faces. She laughed. Her arms flew up to touch the free air all around them, and succumbed to the wind pushing back her hair, and enjoyed it. "Open your eyes!" He did, and when he looked down his were not met with a gaping trench, but with grass. And wildflowers. And weeds. And a fence. And a flock sheep. She leaned her hand over the side of him to feel the fresh wool brush past her bare palm, and it felt like a sea of velvet and down. She felt like she was in a dream, floating on the all the sensations her body was experiencing at that moment. Chris, on the other hand, was befuddled at the fact that they hadn't touched ground yet.
"How did you know I could hover?" He yelled back at her.
"Because everything can!" He looked back behind them and saw the flock of sheep that was once below them now slowly drifting up, in a lumbering, gawky fashion towards them. Only few were upright while most were on their sides or turned completely over, underbellies facing the sun's warm tickle.
"W-ahh!" Chris belched as one of the sheep brushed against his hooves, sending him flipping sideways, and her flying off his back. "Ahh! I'm sorry, where did you go!"
"Over here, Chris!" She had landed on one of the sheep that was drifting near them. Though the sheep was upside-down, she was unscathed and hitching a ride from the friendly ewe.
"Baah?"
"Yes, thanks for asking." She replied with a friendly smile. "Say, do you know where the next town is?"
"Bah. Bahhh Baaaah."
"Could you take us there?"
"Baah." The sheep flew out in front of Chris, and slowly drifted off the right, motioning with it's tail for him to follow. After a few minutes of hovering, the wooly tangle under her seemed to be increasing in size. Her legs could no longer dangle over the sides, but now had enough room to lay out in front of her. In fact, she had enough room to lay down, which she did.
"Baaaah?" The sheep asked in a now deep, baritone rumble.
"Yes, it's perfect."
The sun glimmered orange against the white flock, and off her hair as they flew parallel to the horizon.
"Do you know where we're going?"
"Hopefully somewhere that is serving breakfast when we get there."
Chris huffed under his breath. He never liked spontaneous trips, and was still irked that he hadn't touched ground yet. He was still confused as to how he left the ground, and the knowledge to reach it again still hadn't found him. He looked over, and she was settling into the white cushion, slowly falling victim to sleep, just as the sheep was dozing off too. He feared that if he too shut his eyes for the night, that he might not wake up in an agreeable setting. But as the sun could no longer be seen at the edge of the horizon, Chris found himself extremely exhausted, and became more comfortable with the idea of letting the wind push him to where ever they were headed.