A very short story about a lamb and life in general.
“Yes,” said the lamb. “I know a girl named Mary.”
“Do you follow her to school each day?” asked the man.
“Why would I do that?”
“I thought lambs followed Mary to school.”
“I don’t. The school’s right over there,” said the lamb, looking across the street. “I’ve never seen lambs at the school.”
“So you aren’t the lamb in the nursery rhyme?”
“What nursery rhyme?”
“The one about Mary and her little lamb.”
“I’m unfamiliar with that rhyme,” sighed the lamb, “and I’m busy, so what do you want?”
“I just thought…” stammered the man.
“I think you should go away,” said the lamb, “or I’ll call my mom and dad.”
“I thought lambs were nice.”
“We know humans are deadly.”
“Not all of us,” he said.
“BAAAAAAAAAAAH BAAAAAAAH,” wailed the lamb.
The man turned and ran, as two huge sheep quickly made their way toward him.
Life’s like that, you know. We don’t really know which lamb the rhyme was written about, and we never know which humans are deadly, until it’s too late.
Photo: Jessica Fadel