And The Dish Ran Away…
Mint Sauce was the ring-leader. It was obvious when they named her that she was destined for the table, so she knew her days were numbered. She waited until Farmer Giles was engrossed in conversation, then nuzzled the gate open.
‘Rosemary! Garlic! All of you! Now’s our chance, let’s go!’
And, of course, the others all followed. Like sheep.
Freedom felt good, but what now?
‘We could go to Baaa-li,’ Gravy suggested.
‘What about Baaa-bados? We could baa-sk in the sun,’ bleated Chop.
‘Wherever we go,’ said Mint Sauce, shivering. ‘It’d better be warm. That baaa-stard shearer stole my coat.’
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