Okra Tells Her Story!

Well, I am thankful that my new owner, Nat, is letting me have my say ... in an attempt to clear my name! I am WillowGarden Okra. I am NOT for sale, as Bill already SOLD me!

I am NOT a bad animal ... as was implied on this blog in a previous post! I am just a free spirit and an independent thinker!

When I was born, I very naturally looked around at the world and thought ... 'Now SHE'D be a cool Mom!' ... I looked at my own mother ... and my twin BROTHER ... and I crawled in with Cleome. Cleome was a great Mom, and I didn't have to share her attention with anyone else, as she had no lambs of her own ... yet. How was I supposed to know at ten minutes of age, that she had no milk for me either?!

Anyway ... when the next ewe, Lucy Locket, lambed, Bill rolled me in some disgusting stuff with her two lambs and tried to make her think that she had three lambs, instead of two. It worked. Lucy sure wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier. BUT, I got a great belly full of first milk. And Lucy was ok as a Mom ... but she had too many rules for this free spirit ... so ... I moved on.

I became a master milk thief and became a 'child of the street' ... no rules ... no curfew ... no-one to tell me to do this or that ... no-one to make me stay clean! ALL of the lambs liked me and I had lots of friends. But ... their Mom's HATED to see their lambs playing with me. They thought I was a bad influence.

It became harder and harder to find an udder to drain as all of the other lambs grew bigger. Eventually, Bill decided that I was starving to death and he locked me in a pen until I would stand and drink from a bottle. Now this stuff was not the greatest let me tell you ... but ... I figured it out pretty quick ... drink the bottle and you can hit 'the streets' again.

I got to visit schools and was a real hit at shearing and the Open House. With what I learned from living in 'the streets' ... I knew how to work a crowd. I think that I was a real asset to the farm. Bill sold me anyway ... but ... I get to run my own show here at Nat's ... so that's OK.

Anyway ... I just wanted to take a moment to let you all know that I am NOT as described by that Mae West, who has the NERVE to call herself my mother! My mother was 'the street'!

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