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It must have looked like I was square dancing with a lamb. We could call it the Lamba Walk and maybe I could teach it to others and it could become popular. But, of course, everyone would have to get lambs... But they could do that... And I would become rich and... It was a long walk home, and my mind wandered a bit. A half mile is a long way to walk holding onto a lamb’s hooves. We stopped to rest quite often. It must have taken us at least an hour, because two cars went by, and there are never more than two cars in any given hour on the road. My dad says it’s some kind of unspoken rule in the country. Except during fishing season, when he says the dust never settles. Most people will wave and honk as they pass. One car had a bunch of smartalecky teenagers who yelled, “I think your girl friend needs to shave!” Finally we made it home. I pulled my lamb around to the garden to find my mother. “What have you been doing?” she asked. “And where did you get that lamb?” When I told her how Old Mr. Brown had given him to me, she asked, “What’s wrong with him?” I told her I was sure there was nothing wrong with