"Here's a story of how strange is life with its changes and it happened not long ago. On a high mountain plain where the sagebrush arranges, a playground south of the snow, lived a lamb with a coat on its back that had a long neck of remarkable sheen. It'd glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean. Such a source of great pride, that it caused him to preen and he'd break out in high-stepping dance. He would dance for his neighbors across the way. I must say they found his dancing enhancing and they, too, would join in the play. Then one day... [The sheep shearers' truck pulls up, picked up the lamb, sheers him, and drops him on the ground in the rain while the gophers laugh at him]"