As I walked along the wild footpath around the perimeter of the large field, I met Mabel, out hunting.  I picked her up, rubbed her head and put her on my shoulder.  We continued thus to walk whilst I went over to the fence to inspect Pinky’s white horned ram lamb.  He is such a magnificent little fellow that I cannot bear the thought of parting with him. Anyone looking to adopt this special chap? As we proceeded Mabel decided to alight and walked home in front of me until we got to the stile.  She then, very kindly, let me clamber over first and she daintily jumped up and down with a spring in her step.