Absolutely no one is to talk to Lambie. He has been sent to Coventry (and, if you don’t know what that English expression means, I recommend you look at the link. The origin of this idiom is fascinating). Basically, no one is talking to Lambie.
Anyway, in Coventry, Lambie is or the chicken/duck feeding pen as it is better known, into which he barged to steal their food having specifically been told not to.
So, to teach LAmbie a lesson, I shut the gate and told him to wait patiently while I finished all my other morning chores.
I wanted Lambie to think about his actions and whether stealing someone else’s food was worth it. He gave it some thought.
But I saw no remorse.
Not even slightly. That is one not-sorry sheep.
So I opened the gate and put the string across to see how Lambie had got in and watched him effortlessly jump out! I didn’t know he could do that.
More not-even-remotely-sorries and have-I-got-anything-else-to-eat?
But how can I be cross with that little face?
It’s impossible. He wins me over every time.
