Every sheep, like good little boys, went into their field with the help of a bag of carrots being waved at them. Inspiration and subsequent reward are everything.
All except one.
Lambie went and sat outside the front door.
He had a not-so-little friend too to keep him company.
(this is when she puts her head back so I can kiss the top of her head – I luffs her)
Feeling sorry for a poor miserable and now-lonely sheep, I gave Lambie a second breakfast.
And then conveniently my OH went into town.
So guess who came home!