Lambie (to himself): Shall I, shan’t I come in?
Me: In or out, please….
Lambie: I’m still thinking, Muzzah!
Me: I am not a doorman. In or out. You choose. Be quick!
Lambie: I quite like the idea of going in.
Me: FFS, Come in! Lambie 1….2……3…. I promise I will shut this door!
Lambie (to my friend, Monika): You’re new! Do I know you? I think not. (Nice jersey, by the way. Pure wool? I hope so!)
Lambie: I need to think about this. I hate change of any sort and you (Monika) are in my spot, so you know!
BeAnne: Lambie just leave me alone. That’s all I ask.
Monika: Hello, Lambie! Nice to meet you.
Lambie: So, you want to talk to me, do you?
Lambie (after some thought): I agree, it is very nice to meet me! You are honoured.
Lambie: And I shall now try you out on my Winning Smile. I shall gaze into your eyes and you will be under my spell.
Lambie: Are you under my spell, yet?
Monika: You are a very Handsome Sheep with a Winning Smile!
Lambie: You want to open the Biscuit Tin! You are in my power!
And that is exactly how it was this afternoon.