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Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
The boy wiggled his black-painted nose. The makeup Ma’am had put on him itched a little. And when he shook his head, he could feel the ears on the headband flopping around. But the white onesie he wore was warm and fuzzy. And the way Ma’am was petting him, rubbing down his back, felt so nice.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
Ma’am tied a bright blue ribbon to the collar the boy wore, securing it to act as a leash. When she stood and pulled gently on it, the boy was obligated to crawl after her.
She led him through the house to the back yard. He looked up at her, gauging her intent. He was hesitant to go outside like this. What if a neighbor somehow saw through the privacy fence, to find him crawling around on a leash?
Mary had little patience with his hesitation, but gently pulled him out into the yard. She walked him around, often reaching over to pet him on his head or back, or to pat his bottom gently. She continued until, hands and knees beginning to ache, the boy softly called, “Wolf”. Then she took him inside, pulled him into her lap, and held him close to her.
Why does the lamb love Mary so?
The eager children cry.
Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,
The teacher did reply.
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