The Lamb Must Die!
May 3, 2007 by desperatehorsewife
Spirit of the West
First, a big congratulations to Country Goalie for winning yesterday’s caption contest! I’ll be needing your contact information, dear…my email link is over there to the right.
A while back, City Boy bought me a lamb. It was white. It was cute. Downright adorable. And so sweet of him to think of me.
However, the lamb must die.
The news of Darling’s and my plan to consume the lamb upset City Boy. But Darling and I were hungry; it couldn’t be helped. I mean, just how long did he expect me to keep it, anyway? Besides, it was Darling’s idea. She’s long been a lover of lamb, and the thought of this one just hanging around, doing nothing productive, was driving her crazy. And not just her. I must admit to having a bit of a craving myself.
Why the lamb, you ask? Why not some stranger from the supermarket, who’s face we’d not grown accustomed to?
Because we were having a chocolate craving, that’s why!
Pesky little lamb has been taking up space and not pulling his weight far too long. Time to die, little lamb!
Darling quickly removes the packaging
The little lamb is clueless as to his future
Darling points out that he is defective, therefore should not be kept around. Look! The backs of his ears are pink!
I think he suspects something; he’s claiming to be a Japanese poodle…
It doesn’t take Darling long to suck off the feet and seal his fate
Mmmm….lamb is luscious!
Look, Mom, a puppet!
How are we going to split the head evenly?
And that was the end of the lamb. City Boy is still in mourning. He misses seeing the lamb looking at him in the morning, I guess. But Darling and I are not feeling the least bit guilty. Nope! Not in the least.