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2 Doing the Lamba Walk Spring is my favorite time of year. The trees leaf out, and the air becomes warmer. After a long winter everything seems fresh and new. And most important, I get to play outside. In the spring, the snow melts, leaving lots of clean mud to play in. My mother told me that “clean mud” is an oxymoron. I don’t know what an oxymoron is. I think it must mean fun. The smell of sagebrush on the north desert is strongest in the springtime. I love that smell. I learned that when I can also smell wild onions, it is lambing season. There is a sheep ranch not too far down the road. When it is time for the baby lambs to be born, they cover long rows of lambing sheds with tarps that I can see flapping in the wind. They keep lights on all night, and I can hear sheep bleating clear over to our house. When Mom isn’t looking, I sneak away down the road to the lambing sheds. Old Mr. Brown gives me jobs to help out. Unfortunately, it is usually cleaning out one of the stinkin’ sheep pens. “You might as well make yourself useful so you’re