Mary had a little lamb, and its fleece was white as snow.
Then, Mary’s father lost his job.
He’d beat Mary and her mother.
And much, much worse.
Social Services took Mary away.
The lamb followed her from foster home to foster home.
Mary grew up angry and bitter.
And she took out her frustrations on the lamb, kicking it.
One family raised pit bulls.
For guard dogs, not pets.
Mary threw the lamb in their pen.
And the dogs tore the lamb apart.
She ran away from home.
The memory of the bloody, screaming lamb follows her.
Haunts her.