Lambs

One fall day, my parents brought home two little lambs that we named Cookie and Dolly. They were little babies with wobbly legs and wooly, white hair. My father built them a little pen under the stairs behind the garage but my sisters and I couldn't stand the idea of them being left alone in the dark and cold weather. They ended up living in our newly finished basement, much to the dismay of father. These little lambs were the luckiest lambs that ever lived.

It is still a little horrifying to eat lamb today as my father used to make jokes at the dinner table as we cut into our lamb chops that we were eating our two precious friends.