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I really wanted this lamb. “Show him who’s boss!” the men yelled, and, “Get up and teach him a lesson!” I hauled myself to my feet and drew closer to the lamb, this time being more careful. He looked at me for a moment, then turned and charged. Just as he reached me, I threw all my weight at him. We tumbled in a mass of wool, hooves, boots, and twine. Somehow he ended up on top, but I had my hands around his mid section. He had his whole body right on top of my face. I felt like I was being smothered to death by a giant wool pillow, but I held on as he kicked and bleated. We finally rolled over, and I was on top. I lay on him, stuck my twine around him, looped the string through itself, and I had myself a lamb. I scrambled up, and the men all cheered. The lamb jumped up and took off running, jerking me flat on my face, dragging me a couple of feet through the muck. Old Mr. Brown opened the gate. “Darndest thing I ever did see. Well, just point him in the right direction, and maybe he can drag you home.” I didn’t plan to have him drag me home. I jumped to my feet, and we came flying out of the docking pen, my feet hardly touching the ground. That little lamb could surely run. When we reached the gate, I turned to go toward home, and the lamb turned toward the sheep pen. There we stood, his little feet planted and mine dug in, each pulling the opposite way. I was a little bigger, so we slowly began to move my direction. I realized it would be a long process getting this stubborn wool ball home. It seemed like it took a year just to get to the road. I decided I would have to get behind him and drive him, but