1st August 2015
We have named her Fanta, but we should have named her Bumble Bee. For in the words of Mary Kay Ash “aerodynamically the bumblebee should not be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it, so she goes on flying anyway”. Little Fanta was found by a kind heart who spied her whilst driving. The paddock was strewn with dead bodies, live sheep and a little lamb somewhere in between. Contacting the farmer to inform him of the plight of the wee lamb, this kind heart was told gruffly “she’s not going to make it”. Refusing to accept such a terrible fate, the wee lamb was soon Edgar’s Mission. With a mind refusing to accept her body’s inability to stand, little Fanta tries to soldier on with all the determination of the bumble bee. So that is just what we are going to help her do.
Borrowing young Soda Pop’s now discarded shopping bag, training sessions have commenced, all the while massaging her tiny eyelids to address the debilitating entropion that has taken hold. Only time will tell how far we are able to help this young lamb fly.