So then I made a drawing.
He looked at it carefully, then he said:No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another.
My friend smiled gently and indulgently. You see yourself, he
said, that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns. So then I
did my drawing over once more.
But it was rejected too, just like the others. This one is
too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time. By this time my
patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
And I threw out an explanation with it.
This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside.
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