Mr and Mrs Lamb, of the Humble Abode, were not at all related to that scraggly mob who lived in the fields over yonder, thank you very much. Mrs Lamb was quite empathetic about this to the stock feeder, who delivered their hay fortnightly. Unlike the ewes in the fields, she kept their home up to scratch with daily consumption of loose strands of hay and a tidy length of greenery during the winter. One would not have to worry about hurting their hoof by stepping on a pellet when Mrs Lamb was around. She ensured Mr Lamb assisted in maintaining their standing among the local residents. Mr Lamb, however, would often defer to Mrs Lamb’s suggestions for a short time before wandering off for some purple petal munching.
Mr and Mrs Lamb had not always lived at the Humble Abode. No, no, they had occupied a few residences prior. Last year, Mrs Lamb had requested to downsize from a larger, open-plan living area to a smaller premise on a larger block. Mr Lamb had arranged for their original home to be relocated to a lovely paddock with views of the surrounding countryside. Unfortunately, he could not relocate Mrs Lamb’s favourite lemon tree.
According to Mrs Lamb, the only downsides of this relocation were the water facilities and Hay Hut being a greater distance from their home. Their Humble Abode was easy to shift around the paddock so sometimes it was only twelve steps to the water, others it was nearly thirty. The Hay Hut proved to be a bigger dilemma as she would have to waddle quite a number of steps to reach it – often to find its door bolted and its contents inaccessible.
On a recent summer day that resembled more Britain than Western Australia, Mr and Mrs Lamb sheltered in their Humble Abode until the unseasonal showers ceased. Mrs Lamb enjoyed peering out the entrance to see if the grass had regrown during the latest shower; however, Mr Lamb did not enjoy being held captive by Mrs Lamb’s sizeable frame which blocked the doorway. Especially, when he could see his God-Mahh approaching with carrots.
Mrs Lamb failed to understand his urgency of meeting God-Mahh, no matter how many times he tried to nudge her out of his way he ended up having to resort to a not-so-gentle head-ram to convince her to exit the Humble Abode. Once free of the confined area, he rushed to God-Mahh and wagged his tail as he consumed the tasty orange treats she had brought for him. Mrs Lamb, on the other hoof, looked at him disdainfully as his behaviour regarding carrots was quite embarrassing – it reminded her of the flock next door when the stock feeder visited and had some loose hay.
Overall, Mr and Mrs Lamb quite appreciate their Humble Abode and its surrounding land.
Although, Mr Lamb would not turn down an invitation to return to living in Mahh’s house as he misses having access to the TV and Wi-Fi.
Bahh!
Lachie & Layla
