That’s it! I’m taking my dog my sheep and I’m going home 
Lamby, you do look like a very fierce pirate, but I must say you look so laid back and mellow and comfortable, with that plumpish little tummy and your little sprawled out legs, that I can hardly imagine you rousing yourself to actual violence. 
Well, Tyler, just pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again. We might laugh the next time. We will try.
easy on the sheep, it’s not her fault…
wolf in sheepskin…?
Really! I think I need to keep it out a while longer. Maybe take the panties off my head, though.
tyler my dear boy. why do we fall down? tell me now, why?
in order to learn how to stand back up.
now then, off you go.
Panties!! Oh Lord, this is too funny. That was very creative of you!
no matter, as long as they’re off. 
Er, actually it totally cracked me up…
hush now, don’t spoil this.
Well, can you explain it? I don’t know if I got it or not.
(d) Meow (c) meow (B) meow (A) meow! (d) Meow (c#) meow (B) meow (A) meow! (d) Meow (c) meow (etc.) meow (etc.) meow (etc.) meow meow meow meow!
Lamby, amar is making his move apparently.
Gee, it’s awfully quiet in here all of a sudden.
OH, I think I hear Lamby meowing. I think perhaps I’m just having a very strange dream.
I’m sure he’s out looking for shocking food photographs to share with us . . . he has been led astray by the apparent docility of my langorous and cuddlesome avatar . . . I believe he may have missed the thread in which the contents of my flute case were revealed to all . . .
Either that or he’s off imagining me taking those panties off my head . . . who would have known he had a fetish about that?
i don’t even know where to find any shocking photographs! 
flute case thread? never heard of it!
Better be careful Amar. You don’t want to be messin’ around with them sheep…
Really? Oh, well, then go ahead and post some chops or a roast . . . I’ve wanted to try out the full effect of this anyway . . .
Wait, let me swab out the barrel first . . .
Oh I’m sure!
Lamby carries----prepare yourself amar-----a semiautomatic weapon of some sort in her flute case. And she will not hesitate to use it if it becomes necessary. You have been warned!
Nothing’s impossible, I have found.
For when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
Start all over again.
Don’t lose your confidence if you slip.
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up; dust yourself off;
Start all over again.
There’s the spirit! You know, SteveK, I’ve meaning to ask you why that sweet little boy is wearing a gas mask. I just can’t seem to figure that out.