The little lamb is clueless as to his future
Darling points out that he is defective, therefore should not be kept around. Look! The backs of his ears are pink!
Look, Mom, a puppet!
How are we going to split the head evenly?
And that was the end of the lamb. City Boy is still in mourning. He misses seeing the lamb looking at him in the morning, I guess. But Darling and I are not feeling the least bit guilty. Nope! Not in the least.