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In the beginning, there was a little lamb and her tail.
And then there came a time when that tail was banded, and after that, a time when that tail mysteriously disappeared.
But that, gentle reader, that was not the end of the tale.
Somebody, yes, somebody had a secret.
That somebody had hidden that tail even while the locked porch was searched, perhaps in their blankie. And that somebody had surreptitiously taken the tail away once the porch was unlocked. And then there came a time when that somebody dug it out of the hole wherein they had buried it and brought it back.
Because you know there is nothing good that can’t be made better with a little spoilage and dirt. And that’s when it’s finally ready to show off.
To those of you reading this with your breakfast…… For posting a photo of Coco bringing me a stick instead of the other thing she bounded up to the house with recently, I say: “You’re welcome!”
