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Rain….

….flood….

….mud.

We have….

….three girls….

…..and a lil stud!

I told 52 I couldn’t tell the difference. “I can’t tell. I can’t tell!” I inspected both of Jester’s babies and they looked the same. He had inspected Miss Jacob’s lambs and declared them to be one boy, one girl. So he showed me one of Miss Jacob’s babies, which looked just like Jester’s two lambs. “They all look the same,” I wailed. “I can’t tell!” Then he showed me the other one and said, “This one is the boy.”

OH.

Never mind…………..

Contributing to questions about why I’m not dead yet.
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