One of the littlest granddaughters met a lamb at her Aunt's farm with a damaged shoulder. The farm where it came from was going to put it down but her Aunt took it in. The little girl spent time with the lamb and at dinner was still thinking about it. She asked its name. 'Dinner' one of her wiseguy uncles replied.
There were chuckles around the table, and admonishments, but she didn't hear the literal joke or understand the bleaker aspects of life in the country. She accepted Dinner as its real name.
The next day, she returned to school and wrote a story about the lamb. For a little girl with Cerebral Palsy, it's impossible not to make the connection, and she wrote of her aunt was caring for the little lamb the way her mother cared for her.
The story so touched her teacher that she was asked to read it for the class, and then for the faculty, who listened with amusement and warmth to this tender-hearted little girl telling the story of compassion and hope about her friend, Dinner the Lamb.
Sometimes real life doesn't need sweetener.
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