FiFi wandered over to a low bush and began to consume the tough bitter,  leaves. As she ate she remembered the sweet hay that used to be placed in her manger every morning. She shook her head to remove water from the light rain that was falling or were they tears of loneliness? She was dirty and unkempt, apparently abandoned. Several weeks a go several two-legs had walked about the town but had ignored here.

FiFi stopped eating and began to bleat. Tears rolled down her face. Then if anyone had been near enough to hear it sounded like she began to speak! "Baaaaa, Baaaaaa, Hoooooooooose Heeeeeeeeead, wheeerrrree arrrrre you?"