And in the whirling mix of fleece and dust, a ram.
A ram? All the men frantically find him and tie him up. They throw around accusations with smiles on their faces, "Where did he come from?" "I am sure he is one of yours" "When did he get in here?" But they are serious, too. A pregnant ewe right now would mean lambs born during the bitter cold winter - never a good idea. (He belonged to a local farm and had jumped his fence when all this estrogen hoofed by.)
