Walking past fields with lambs, seated or playing next to their mothers, I can't help seeing them as bona fide 'children' Their resemblance to human babies (not just sonically when calling out for their mother) is uncanny. THe way thye look at you, their gentle frlocking, their general child-like being. This is what a 'child' is: that which emerges from the womb, from Old English cildhama (literally, child-home). How anyone can eat lamb is beyond me in the same way that eating another person's children is beyond me, even if they are slow-roasted and seasoned with a nice mint-sauce.
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