By Jane Berg
There was once a sheep so small it defied the laws of nature. People traveled from far and wide to say, “that is a small sheep.”
The creature was well treated yet for some reason it ailed and died.
The farmer didn’t know what to do. People would not pay to see a small, dead sheep, and he did not want to eat it.
They tried to donate the body to science, but science had other interests, and so it went into a crudely marked grave which was assumed by later generations to belong to a family ancestor.