Returning home did not mean the day was done or the work was finished.
All I wanted was a bar of soap, but I had some dreadfully sick sheep who were more important than my stench and desire for sanitation.
Two sheep, in particular, were not moving. They were so sick and lethargic that we were concerned they wouldn't live until morning.
I needed to get them to eat something. Their bellies were not meant to digest grain and . . .
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