Saturday morning, Mike and Kathy from the sheep farm called to say, “We have a baby for you.”
But it’s not this baby.
Or that baby.
Or– Did you see the little black baby?
It’s not any of these babies.
Mrs. Ewe: “You’re not taking my baby!”
I’m not, I promise!
Not yours, either!
Stop worrying girls. Let’s synchronize. To the left…..
To the right….
Okay, never mind. I see you’ve got your wool in a twist now. I’m not talking about any of your babies! You are all good mamas!
I’m talking about this baby. She’s just two days old and she’s living in the sheep farmers’ house because she’s had trouble nursing with mama. She drinks from a bottle and she wears diapers. In a few months, I’ll get to bring her home.