Thirty or more years since the mysterious ‘disappearance’ of Bob-Tails, my sister has still not been able to bring herself to eat lamb. Bob-Tails was our pet lamb who lived for a time on an old blanket in the bottom half of the aga oven in our kitchen. A triplet, it was too weak to live with its mother, so my sister fed Bob-Tails milk every morning from a red lemonade bottle before she went...
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