Comedy comes from all sorts of inspirations. Such as true events and introspective observations. But this story is all true. As the youngest of 3 daughters I was used as "bait" in different kinds of situations and this time was no exception. My mother worked several jobs and 1 of her jobs was as a secretary/announcer on the radio waaaayyy back in the day. Well, a woman called the station and asked my mother to have this announcement made on the radio, "If you have the means to pick up a lamb for dinner, please call the station." that phone call NEVER HAPPENED. My mother told the GM, General Manager, that she just had something urgent come up and she left the station. After picking my sisters and I up from school, she drove up to the top of Strawberry Mountain...I think...and introduced herself. The nice man told her that the family became too attached to the lamb to slaughter. As he is calling for "Sam the Lamb" we heard the sound of a herd of animals running in our general direction. All of a sudden, here comes Sam...THE RAM! My mother said to the gentlman, "I thought you said this was a lamb!!" Sam, a large ram with horns wrapping around his head terrified me, until licking my cheek. It was then that we became acquaintances. We were only prepared for a lamb right? Right. So, we had a simple doggie chain to walk him to our car. Not only were we unprepared for a ram, but our car was a 1980 Datsun...orange...4 door.
With his butt hanging out one window and his head hanging out the other, he proceeded to take a dump on my birthday card. I didn't mind so much about the card...it was the stench that became unbearable. Once we got home we hooked him up to the extended doggie chain. I got to experience several great belly laughs because my sisters kept running away from Sam, which always ended in them getting headbutted. I think Sam was getting them back for me, for all the torturous things they had ever done to their little sister. A few days later mom was back at work and a lady called the station. "KIHR, how may I help you?" this poor lady informed my mother that there was a RAM drinking from her birdbath. Once again, mom picked us up from school and guess who was dangling out the window...for a mile...with a loaf of bread?? ME! Not too much later, we were enjoying Sam the Ramchops.
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