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... Into The Barn

Posted 5/15/2011 7:01pm by Eugene Wyatt.

"Baa, baa..." and with a clap of the hands we train the lambs to scurry away from us.  If Poem hears this, even away from them in her kennel, she'll bark; they'll hear her and that speeds them up.  With that bark they run from the look, real or imagined, that Poem has in her eyes.

She wouldn't hurt them, but she can't let them know that.