AN ESSAY.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 11 July 1913, Page 3

AN ESSAY.

QUAINT EFFORT BY A SCHOOL gibe: ''THE LIFE STORY OF A SHEEP." The following composition was written in the ordinary course of the lessons in the Bulls School by a 10J-year-old girl in. Standard III.: 5 I am mow a full-grown sheep .' and my wool is very long and glossy. I am waiting for,'my turn to be' shorn and will tell you about myself while I am waiting. I will first -tell you about my first day. t When I got up I could hardly walk. The earth seemed to go round and I fell over. I managed to get up' again, but" no sooner . was I up, than I fell over again.. At last I got up and stayed up, and I ran up to who I thought mv mother, and it turned around: and growled at me. * How ' did I * know that it was Jack, the sheep-dog? Along came the owner of me and all the other .lambs and sheep, and chased us; I then bumped into something warm and soft which was my mother. I then ran about all day long as happy as any lamb could be. One day I was taken away from my mother and never saw her any more. X was dipped the other day and am to be shorn to-day as I have told you. It is now my turn to be shorn go if you wait I will tell you h6w it is done. Why! you j don't know me because I have had my wool cut off. I promised I would tell you how I was shorn. First I will tell you Bow it was done.- I was laid on my back and. a man too up the shears and began to. cut off my wool. How you would get on without me I cannot tell. Why? because my,wool is made into blankets,, coats, stockings, hats and a great many other useful things. My flesh is used for some of your food, and is very nice too. Look! the sun is going down, and I am going to the fold. Good-bye!