Legend has it, the lamb escaped from its pen on Halloween night. By all accounts, she should have been sound asleep. Domesticated creatures of habit, slaves to instinct, she should have been asleep. Some say it might have been stray trick-or-treaters that woke her, some say that strange lamb never did sleep a wink, most folks just accepted things as they happened and didn't ask why or how. This story isn't for them.
There's no truth to the matter, of course, none that's knowable to human intelligence. The lamb knows why it was she got up but she's not letting anyone in on it, even if she could have. God knows, but his ways are higher than ours - we wouldn't understand it even if he were to spell it out for us point by point.
But all of that is irrelevant because this story is not about a lamb waking in the middle of the night so let's move on.
This is a story about what happened after she woke up.
What's know is that after waking, trackers were able to trace her steps to the corner of the pen where she squeezed under a gap, made her way across the yard into the wheat field through which she made a path straight to the road. It's likely that she was struck by the Taurus as she was crossing, but there are some who believe she was there on the road, waiting for it - that she picked a spot just past a rise in the road so that she would not be seen from a distance.
Again, the details of her death are of no consequence. She was struck, she died, no one was found liable, and the insurance company repaired the vehicle. This story is about what happened afterwards.
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