My name is Lucy. I am a sheep. My human mom saved me
too but before I tell you my story, let me set the record straight about
how we came to live on the farm. My brother Louie’s version is
the truth but not the whole truth. I liked living in the house. I was
polite, careful, and always used my best manners. My brother, Louie,
on the other hand was a very “baaaaaaaaaad” little goat.
He did not always calmly climb into the chair to curl up and sleep like
I did. He did not always ask to go outside to play like I did - no,
not Louie. He bounced from couch to chair to desk to table! He had so
much energy he wore me and my mom out! After about six months, mom and
I decided we’d better get a place where Louie could romp and be
a rowdy boy goat without wrecking everything. That’s the whole
truth about how we came to live at the farm! Now, a little about me!
I too was only a day old when I lost my sheep mom. I don’t remember
much about that time because I was very, very sick but I do remember
that I was freezing cold for a long time. I especially also remember
that my new human mom found me and gave me medicine and warm bottles
of milk and kept me toasty warm and dry. I loved my new mom from the
first moment we were together. She told me over and over again how special
I was and that she didn’t want me to leave her. Sometimes she
would cry when I was not doing well. Finally I started to feel better
and could move around and even play a little. My mom was so happy that
she cried again. My brother, Louie, made me get up and exercise and
I grew stronger every day. I even got to be the star of a play at the
local theater in a wonderful production of “Gypsy!” I am
a truly wonderful sheep! I will be happy every day with my mom here
at the farm where I’ll never be cold again. When our new friends
arrive, I show them where the heaters are so they won’t ever be
cold either.