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“They’ll kill him!” I yelled. “Nah,” Daniel said, “but the little fur ball will learn a lesson.” Nosey darted here and there, as hooves were striking at him from all directions. Finally, he slid under the gate, and Daniel swept him into his arms. Nosey was breathing hard as Daniel handed him to me, and he didn’t fight. I took him back into the newborn calf pen and petted him. I got him some fresh straw and made him a bed, and he nuzzled me. My other brothers and sisters heard I had a lamb, and they came to see him. He didn’t like the attention and hid in the corner. When someone would get too close, he would charge at them. Everyone laughed because he acted so tough. When we left, we shut the barn up tight so he couldn’t escape. The next morning, I ate as fast as I could. Mom got a bottle ready, and I ran out to feed Nosey. He wasn’t in the newborn calf pen, but he hadn’t escaped from the barn. As I approached with his bottle, he moved toward me slowly. When the bottle nipple touched his mouth, he went after it hungrily. As he ate, I reached out my hand and stroked his soft, woolly back. When he finished, he followed me back into the calf pen. Dad was getting the cows in for milking. “Why don’t you give your lamb some bottles of water with just a little milk in it?” Dad suggested. “Don’t give him too much milk, though, or you might make him sick.” I got him a bottle of warm water and added a little milk. He sucked hard at first, but finished it slowly. I got him another one, and he drank a little, but soon he would just flip the nipple with his nose. His little belly looked