I don’t eat lamb.
by Johnny McWackle

“What do yo mean how could anyone eat such a cute little animal? I worked at a sheep station and they’re not so damn cute when they’re crazed from 200 pounds of wool in the hot sun, yellowed teeth snapping, frothing, charging attempting to drive that corkscrew horn into your guts!
Then with one twist of their mighty neck, spray your entrails a hundred yards across the corral! You better hope there’s dingoes around.

She reels in shock. “i never knew that! But aren’t dingoes even worse?

“Ack. They’ll snatch your baby if you aren’t watching but they prefer sheep by far. The meat’s much sweeter and they use the wool to build their nests.
But they do enjoy a bite of fresh liver and kidney baking in the sun, so hope they show up early!

She faints like all 1961 Twilight Zone women do.

The End