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The lamb got its head through the stock fence on Sunday night and could not get it back, and Eduardo stood over it in the rain from dusk until the farmer found them at six. It happens. A sheep sees grass on the far side of square mesh and puts her head through, and the head goes through fine, and then she lifts it, and the ears catch, and she is held. She cannot reason backwards. She pulls, and pulls harder, and the more she pulls the more she is held, and a sheep caught in a fence overnight on a Welsh hill is a sheep the fox finds. Every farmer has found one in the morning. Not all of them were alive. The lamb is six months old, it thinks it is an alpaca, and it had gone to the fence at the top of the field at dusk and done the one thing an alpaca never would. The farmer did not see. The ewes do not care. The lamb pulled, and bleated, and pulled, and the rain came on at eight. Eduardo came up the field. He is a Huacaya alpaca whose whole living is to stand at the centre of a flock and do arithmetic on the edges of it, and the centre of the flock is where he was built to be, and he left it. He walked to the top fence and found the lamb hanging in the wire by its neck in the dark, and he stood next to it, and he did not leave. The farmer's daughter's sound box was on the post twenty yards along. She has the night. The lamb bleats, and the alpaca hums, and the lamb bleats, and the alpaca hums, every few minutes, for ten hours, in the rain, and twice in the recording there is a sound she had not heard him make before, a hard high alarm, and the second time it is followed by something going away fast through the hedge. The lamb stopped bleating at about three. The hum did not stop. The farmer found them at six. An alpaca standing square over a lamb that was lying flat with its head still in the wire, soaked through, cold, with its eyes open, and a cream animal above it with the rain running off him who had not eaten or sat or moved since the light went. He cut the wire. The lamb came out and lay there, and then got up, and shook, and went to stand under the alpaca's chin, and Eduardo put his nose down into the wet wool on the top of its head and hummed, once, low, the one from the glossary that the farmer has always said means all present and correct, and the farmer, who is not a man given to any of this, had to go and look at the hedge for a minute. He has told his wife the alpaca is not for sale. His wife said nobody had suggested it. He said he knew. He said he was just saying.

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