itâs the last thing we do!â
Gingerâs strong character and moving words settled the argument. Liberty agreed to take Ginger with her while the rest of the flock agreed to stay behind.
âWhat about me?â said Nelson. âI can help. Take me as well.â
Liberty refused, but Nelson at least persuaded her to open his gate.
âThen, if the coyotes come back, I can look after Lewieâs sheep,â he promised.
âThank you,â Liberty said as she unlocked Nelsonâs gate, leaving it ajar. Then she and Ginger set off on their search for Lewie and the lambs.
They hadnât been gone long when Shona, Shelley, Shirley and the other sheep were surprised to see Nelson sneaking out of his open pen, looking pretty pleased with himself.
âWhere-re a-a-are you go-o-oing?â the sheep bleated.
âFreedom calls,â Nelson announced happily as he headed off into the darkness.
âBut what about us-s-s-s?â cried his own flock.
âOh, youâll be fine,â Nelson called back cheerfully. â
Hasta la vista. Au revoir.
â
ound about the same time as Liberty and Ginger were setting out to find him, Lewie began to wake up. He was struggling to escape from a bad dream, where he was drowning in alfalfa. His head was spinning and when he tried to put weight on his right front leg, he collapsed to the floor.
It was pitch-black and Lewie had no idea where he was. Llamas are used to being outside where even at night they can see the moon and the stars. But this was a total darkness Lewie had never experienced before.
He was aware that he was covered with a thick warm blanket that moved every time
he
moved. Slowly, Lewie realised it was a living blanket made up of small, breathing bodies.
Lewieâs little lambs had draped themselves over him to keep him warm while he slept. They were all so relieved when he finally began to stir.
âLewie, are you awake?â whispered Bertie.
âWhere am I?â Lewie asked sleepily.
âWe donât really know,â said Shoo.
âBut weâve been here a long time,â bleated Shep.
âYou fell and banged your head,â Bertie told Lewie.
âWe were worried about you,â added Shoo, sounding close to tears.
âWe tried to keep you warm,â said Shah.
âWa-a-arm,â echoed the other lambs, sounding a little teary too.
Lewie desperately tried to remember how he had got here. He could recall setting off, following the trail, finding the warehouse, hearing the lambsâ frightened voices, then the door opening, him looking inside, nervously venturing into the darkness, being pushed roughly out of the way, then, finally ⦠falling over.
After that it was all a blank.
âBut how did
you
get here?â he asked the lambs.
Everyone was rather quiet; no one wanted to admit how silly theyâd been.
âIt was just too tempting,â Shoo admitted at last.
âAll that lovely food,â said Bertie.
âLo-o-ovely fo-o-od,â echoed the lambs, whose stomachs were now empty and growling.
âFarmer Hardmanâs men gave it to us,â said Shep.
Bolt and Dolt!
It was exactly as Lewie had suspected.
âBut then they locked us in here. Why did they do that, Lewie?â Bertie asked.
Lewie sighed wearily. âTo stop us winning the
Best Guard Llama
event,â he told them.
The lambs were outraged.
âThey canât do that!â bleated Bertie.
âWeâll show them,â said Shep.
âLetâs get going,â squeaked Shoo. âCome on!â
âCo-o-ome o-o-on!â echoed the other lambs, ready to go.
Lewie knew he should try to get up again, but he was feeling soooo sleepy. All he wanted was to snuggle down under his lovely warm blanket and sleep. But the lambs knew that now heâd finally woken up, going back to sleep was the worst thing Lewie could do. They had to keep him awake, but
Laurence Cossé, Alison Anderson