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3 A Lamb Named Nosey The lamb bottle was simply an old pop bottle fitted with a rubber nipple. My mom funneled the warmed milk into it. I ran all the way to the barn, but the calf pen was empty. He must have gone through the slatted fence, but I was sure he had to be in the barn. All of the doors were closed. I heard a sound coming from the milking area. Sure enough, it was my lamb. There was a small opening in the cinder block wall, only big enough for a cat to slip through. My lamb had his head stuck in it. He was too big to go forward, and he couldn’t come back because his ears were too wide. I tried to pull him out, but he kicked at me. I thought