i am sure i has become their mother. you may say they recognize anyone holding two big bottles of formula milk as mother. i still insist i am their mother. the lambs' blood mothers were sold and because the difference in ordour no ewes would

because the difference in ordour no ewes would feed them. the responsibility came on helpers like me. the day i was leaving, just say this was my wild imagination, they were like sensed my farewell, chasing me all the way from the south to the north of the paddy. i didn't say goodbye to them as i never wanted to. i gave them a good big hug, remembering the white lamb once squeezed himself through the narrow gap between the pole and the hut to escape the fenced paddy. my helper-mate was standing right at the pole guarding the entrance but she was freezed because she was afraid of animals, dare not to touch them...i was so scared as i didn't know what to tell Sara had the lamb ran into nowhere. thankfully i can run. i caught and grab him. the funniest was i thought it was just like a piece of cake of holding a cat up, as soon as i lifted him up for 5cm, we dropped down back to 0cm. he was a 20kilo+ dumbbell! and my mate was still freezing didn't give a hand. so i used my layman way of holding his fore legs to guide him back . and the black lamb, there was a period Sara called me to feed them oats as it would fill their stomachs. I was pondering if there was a particular technique to feed them and hell yeah! just grab a little and stuffed it into their mouths. the white one was milder when i stopped my movement he stopped too. the black one was really strong when i stopped he still kept pushing and knocking me with his head. he was such a hungry ghost that he never realised he had finished the oats and kept biting my bare hand hardly. the scar is still on my left thumb to date and i will be so happy to have it carved into my hand for good

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