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(written from the perspective of Rocco, the ewe)

Translated by:  Autumn Kotrba

I was tired of it. Tired of the winter. Tired of the howling winds. And most of all, tired of the snow. I was tired if it all, I was sure everyone else was too. It was so cold and there was so much of it. The walls of the paths we had made were getting taller by the day and it was only a matter of time before one fell over.


I was still fortunate enough to have my big coat on me still. All the others did too, even the lambs were growing nice coats themselves. I couldn’t imagine what the farmer human had to go through to get out to us each day. Unlike us, he didn’t have something permanent to shield him from the cold.


But I still liked him. He brought us a total of two buckets of corn each morning and fresh water sometime in the day. He also gives us alfalfa to eat, my favorite!  Occasionally he would be accompanied by the little farmer boy who was just about half his height. I couldn’t help but think it might be hard to get around on two legs instead of four. With four you can run much faster, or at least that’s what my sources tell me. (Pinckney, but she isn’t always right.)


Some of the others have had their lambs already and I overheard the humans saying it was incredibly early for that to happen. I wonder why they had theirs early instead of when the rest of us are? I’ll ask them later.


At long last the weather seems to be taking a turn for the better. No more below zero days and the chunks of snow are falling from the roof of the barn in wet globs and water instead of heaps of ice. I just can’t imagine what next winter has in store for us. I wonder if it will be better or worse.  I’ve heard the humans talk about this school called St. Gregory the Great, in a place called South Carolina that “sponsored” me, whatever that means.  I wonder if it’s warmer there?

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