For those of you that don’t know, or care, or likely both: On the lam means “running away”
Don’t ask why, as nobody knows
On my way home from a late session at a bar I saw in the distance what looked like … what I thought to be an indescribable thing. Was it a dead dog? A drunken reveller in fancy dress? As I teetered nervously towards the thing it became abundantly clear.
Wolf?
A pair of exceptionally stoned teenage boys I had passed earlier shuffled down towards the scene. As they approached I gestured up at the dark sky indicating the possible journey this object may have taken to arrive here. We looked at the stars for a fleeting moment … then instead of getting out their phones to film it, they began stroking it affectionately.
It was far too heavy for us to lift so we all went our separate ways, not the Sheep though.
Baaaahhhh Humbug
The next day at the Nativity it was back in place. It looked like it had a bit of a night of it but was at least at work on time. All’s well that ends …
But then on Monday I noticed the absence again
Then by Tuesday matters had taken a turn for the worse
Fear and loathing in a Manger
Then on Wednesday I saw this article
The above idea seems more like an anti-vax campaign, the implication being: Only Sheep Follow Rules. I do hope the poor thing makes it back eventually or I’ll have nothing more to say on the matter
It is bloody marvelous. I’ve ordered more seeds, nurturing hope, for us all. 
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