"The animal wasn't going to give up and, as soon as I'd closed my eyes again, it was there tugging at my clothes with its yellow teeth. I snorted with exasperation and was about to get to my feet and resume my journey when it said 'It's me. Don't you recognise me?'I felt obliged to give some sort of answer. 'But I don't know any sheep,' seemed to fit the bill. The sheep bleated a laugh, or laughed a bleat, and then said: 'It's me, your sister.'"
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