“Expecting the animal to keel over any moment, the farmer drew its black, crusted skin together with a row of surgical staples and put it back in the pasture. The lamb wobbled on rickety legs to the center of the enclosure, spun crooked circles trying to chew at its belly, then sprinted toward the flock at the feeder, scattering them. The other ewes and lambs formed a wide circle around it, shifting to maintain their distance as it approached the feeder. Its own mother shied away despite her swollen udder.
The lamb looked back at Millard and gave a shrill bleat that sounded like a pig’s squeal.”