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When they were over
their fright, the flock gathered around the unlikely group-Hari, his
foster mother, the dead lioness, and the dead lamb - and bleated.
Such a fright! I feel just all wrung out! It's a miracle no one was hurt. I'm still shaking all over. I looked up and there was this yellow monster! Try to put it out of your mind, dear. There is no sense in thinking about it. This last was not difficult advice for sheep to follow, and after telling one another what had happened for a little while longer, the sheep settled back to their grazing, and the whole matter was shortly forgotten. Even Hari's foster mother was soon under the impression that she had given birth to him. He seemed a little short, to be sure, but lovable. As Hari grew older his playmates began complaining about him to their mothers. 'He hit me,' they would bah. 'You just hit him right back,' the ewes would bleat.
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