When my daughter was 5, we bought a whole sheep from the slaughterhouse and brought all the bits home in a big plastic bag.
We put a plastic sheet down on the garage floor to sort them out and chop them up and bag them.
The teenaged Korean homestay student took one look, went green , and ran out.
My daughter, though, looked on with interest. After a while, she pointed at one large piece, and with a look of concentration declared: "I think that's his bum."
Then she skipped out of the garage, singing "Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? We'll chop you up and eat you, and put you in a bag"
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When my daughter was 5, we bought a whole sheep from the slaughterhouse and brought all the bits home in a big plastic bag.
We put a plastic sheet down on the garage floor to sort them out and chop them up and bag them.
The teenaged Korean homestay student took one look, went green , and ran out.
My daughter, though, looked on with interest. After a while, she pointed at one large piece, and with a look of concentration declared: "I think that's his bum."
Then she skipped out of the garage, singing "Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? We'll chop you up and eat you, and put you in a bag"