Rose That's the way it was with thor. Our pet lamb. From when he was first separated from his mother, he wouldn't eat, sleep, or frolic with the other sheep. Dorothy You're slipping into verse, rose. Keep it simple. Rose Daddy got the idea of taking this old inner tube, wrapping it in wool, and putting it next to thor's bed. We named it brunhilda, and it did the trick. Thor thought it was his mother. He began eating, .. Dorothy Frolicking. Blanche Frolicking. Rose Yes. Then one day, thor got a little playful and accidentally bit brunhilda.The poor little guy stood there watching his mother deflate before his very eyes. He was never the same. Sure, once in a while he'd baa at the back tires of a parked car. For the most part, he kept to himself. Dorothy I see your point. Rose You do? Blanche Who cares? Dorothy You want to hear the sequel?