XXI. — Sheep Surgery 



WHEN I got home from the village a 

 couple of evenings ago a bareheaded 

 delegation met me at the road gate 

 with bad news. 

 "Strafe's leg — was chased by a dog — was broken 

 — and I must set it — Oh, the dog was a stranger — 



Strafe couldn't " 



At least that is what it sounded like. One thing 

 is certain, and that is that two excited boys can't 

 tell a bit of news as quickly as one. After both had 

 blown off steam at the same time, I questioned them 

 and found that Strafe, one of the twin lambs, had 

 his leg broken. It seems that a stranger dog fol- 

 lowed one of the children from the village in the af- 

 ternoon, and in spite of being told to "Go home, sir," 

 he persisted in following. But he no sooner reached 

 the farm than he began chasing the sheep. To es- 

 cape him they rushed to the barnyard, and as the 

 gate was only partly opened they got jammed, and 

 poor little Strafe, in spite of his warlike name, had 



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