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if I gave him any slack, he headed toward the sheep pen. So I gave a big tug and jumped behind him. I thought the fences along each side of the road would force him to run straight ahead. He only ran a short distance then turned and headed for the fence. The fence, built for cows, had four strands of barbed wire and no mesh. He towed me full force into the barbed wire. “Burr Magnet!” I yelled. I don’t know what it means, but it made me feel better. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t let go of the rope, or the lamb would be back at the sheep pen before I could say “you old ewe, you” and I couldn’t move, because the barbs had wrapped through my clothes, sticking me to the fence, like bramble berry burrs in cotton wool. I tied him to one of the wires. He stretched out the twine, but it held while I untangled myself from the wire. I sat down to think. How would I drag this little wool mule all the way home? No idea came, so I untied the twine, pulled the little lamb back to the road, and continued on. He planted all four feet and pulled against me. I put the twine around me, but I felt I was being cut in two. I became mad, reached down, and jerked one hoof off of the ground. He stumbled forward. He couldn’t pull against me as much on only three legs. That gave me an idea. I picked up both of the lamb’s front hooves. He couldn’t pull against me on just his back hooves, and we started making progress toward home. He tried to nip me, so I spread his legs wide so he couldn’t reach me with his teeth.