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THE LITTLE LAMB
as dusk approached I sat
on a chair outside the house watching a lamb chew grass in the meadow opposite the little lamb looked prettier than a baby there was no one around I winked at it, flirtatiously and adjusted my lower jaw surreptitiously, in imitation of its angelic expression an expression I never managed to get right possibly because I myself am not a herbivore later, when the sun set and the twilight came on I lost sight of it by dinner-time the next day this whole lamb had been converted into various bits and pieces all piping hot with that strong smell of sheep it was placed on our dinner table I wore that grass-eating expression I had learned from it the previous day as I sat chewing on its flesh. |
© Yi Sha |
© Translation: 2007, Simon Patton, Tao Naikan, Michael M. Day |