Edna was shouting for the hill ram by our boundary fence. The hill sheep come and go past our croft and we have an electric fence at just the right height to stop any spring lambs potentially appearing. But, to be on the safe side, I put my sheep in the small paddock behind the house, away from temptation.
Everyone happily went in, with the promise of biccies galore, except for Lambie who decided he was different and no rules applied to him. The minute you want him to do something with everyone else, he gets suspicious, then stubborn with a hint of hysterical, and then sometimes resentful because he is on his own!
Lambie of course proceeded to make things worse by boasting about his successful freedom due to his bloody-mindedness.
You did, Lambie, you know it!
He was so pleased with himself. I was less so.
But everyone else had lots of biccies (I pay my debts) because they are good sheep who do as they are asked…. sometimes.
You had one job, Lambie. One job! Yes, of course he got his biccies too. How can I refuse that Winning Smile?