IN A LIFESTYLE BLOCK WEST OF TIMARU,
There was born a lamb from a cranky old ewe. The lamb began as any other, feeding hungrily from the swollen udder.
But as he grew older, things started to change, for little Fleece began to complain. “This paddock is dirty! It’s covered in poo. I refuse to eat food that grows in our loo!”
The problem with Fleece was he had become picky, and finding clean grass was becoming quite tricky. The rest of the flock would poo everywhere, just grazing around it without a care.
Fleece was disgusted, “How can you eat this old poo? I refuse to eat it and so should you.”
The rest of the flock roared with laughter “Here is a sheep too posh for our pasture.” The weeks passed by and the summer got hot. The lambs got sickly, but Fleece did not.
Full tummies grew thin. The poos got all runny. Some of the lambs were feeling quite funny.
The lambs turned to Fleece who was looking quite fat. “We’re feeling quite queasy. Can you help us with that?” Fleece knew then just what to do, he must save his friends from the dreaded poo. To wise old Ramsey, Fleece did go, of what to do he’d surely know.
The enormous ram stood upon the rise and spoke in the language of the wise. “It’s hard to say but fear it’s true, your friends have worms inside their poo.
These parasites are within the grass And into our gut they sometimes pass. This is the way it’s always been. We just can’t keep our pasture clean.”
Filled with excitement, Fleece returned to his flock, an idea was brewing, one they surely won’t mock. The sheep gathered round with hopeless despair and Fleece told them the truth they were longing to hear.
“Let’s all poo in one corner to keep this place clean, so we can eat fresh grass and know where it’s been.” Reluctantly, they followed his lead, one corner for business, and the rest for their feed.
Several weeks later, the flock were worm-free, and Fleece was their hero from being fussy. Their secret they kept with knowing smirks, until one day the truck arrived from the works!