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Thirty Three

The lamb’s meat was soft and tasty rolling around in his mouth. He visualized the fuzzy baby sheep of a few weeks ago - how he might have petted it. He chewed, thinking of the moment when the promising youngster changed from child to food. The delicious baby might have been a great sheep – a champion bleater or chewer - a follower among followers. He looked to the potatoes, who rolled their eyes.