The black lamb in that year’s litter was born with organizational gifts that made him the flock’s sweetheart. He kept his siblings in line as they grazed. “Tryin’ to take my job, are ya?” the shepherd said, stroking Black Tea’s curly tendrils. “Wish my son would. Boy’s got a full ride to University! They best teach him about business.” Much later, the son bought his father a Border collie. Lamb and dog bonded. “You can’t be mates! Black Tea already acts like he’s half Collie,” he said. The herd took on a sudden blush. The source was Black Tea’s mother.
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