
“The lambs had nursed and the ewe was lying quiet. One lamb had settled itself on the mother’s back and was a perfect miniature of the old one—they reminded me of a teapot we have, whose knob is a tiny replica of the pot itself.”
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E. B. White
“Spring,” in One Man’s Meat (New York: Harper & Row, Publishers, 1944), 233.buy on Amazon
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