Honey Gail took her grandchildren to a goat festival Saturday. Pictures promptly appeared on facebook. While admiring the way my great-grandchildren hugged strange animals, I suddenly remembered that way back in my long-ago past I once had a little lamb.
Just like Mary ... only hers was white and mine was black.
Carolyn ... (are you still there, dear friend?) Do you remember who gave that baby lamb to me? It happened more than sixty years ago, but one of us should remember something that important ... (deliberately foolish statement there!) I was a high school junior which means you were graduating that year.
So long ago ....
The little lamb was tiny and hungry and very very loud. He had to be bottle fed. I did my best and he thrived.
One day I came home from school and found him eating wallpaper right off the wall. Kind of a cute trick, I thought, but my daddy had no sense of humor. Next day I came home and found my lamb had disappeared.
Daddy never admitted getting rid of the paper eater.
He never denied it either.
