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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 66, 10 December 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)

News from Members Did You Send Any?

ANOTHER few school weeks, then hiho, for the holidays. Imagine six glorious weeks at the beach I Weatherman hasn’t been too kind to us lately, so perhaps he has weeks of warm sunshine in store for us.

I am just bubbling over with plans and ideas for Christmas, and I hope everyone will enjoy their Christmas as I am going to. — Felicity, Patea. Bob and Binkie. Here is a little true tale of Bob, and his lamb. It wits very lonely on the Rimutaka Ranges, and the only child Bob, found it so very quiet when all the men were away with the sheep. So when . the mother sheep had two lambs, the sickly lamb soon found a friend with Bob. That bottle of milk every morning and that warm bed of hay soon convinced the lamb that Bob was his friend. Although it was taken out to the mother sheep after being fed, it always came to Bob for its breakfast.

“Binkie,” as he was called, was missing when the other lambs’ tails were docked, so he had the loveliest long tail. He knew the exact time the milking was done, and when the shearers arrived seemed to resent them, and .when mother sheep went to the shed, both her lambs waited outside. Of course they knew her “baa.”

But the boss who lived in Wellington laughed at Binkie with his long tail, and told one shearer to have him for his Christmas dinner. So he was taken to another shed, awaiting the shearer's return. When Bob heard this, he cried. He would not be comforted, and went along with Binkie’s bottle to the shed. Could mother find Bob that night: They bunted everywhere, and in the morning they found him fast asleep with the soft woolly body of Binkie keeping him warm. So very quietly the shearers tied a note to his tail, and this was the note:. “To Bob. We wish you a happy Christmas with Binkie.” So Binkie was not ealen after all. but. was Bob’s own pet.—Dad’s Cobber (12), Carterton. Paraparauniu Pets. Tip is an old dog. While the men were haymaking he would not keep out of the way. At last, a horse trod on him. With a yelp lie ran and crouched in the long grass near a fence. Callum came running along.He did not see Tip—and trod on him! This was too much for Tip, so he ■ bit Callum on the leg. Then 11 was Callum’s turn to yelp. We had our .calf and lamb eonipet.l- - at school. It was a sunny day and about 50 parents were present. The Farmers’ Union gave all adults afternoon tea. and to the children they gave orange drinks, biscuits, and sweets. We led our calves round the lawn for the judges to see. Callum's came second. and mine came third, in the Juniors. ,\t home, Kirstie is- always lighting Cti'ltim to feed tind lead his calf. At the competitions, as Callum led hi< calf around, Kirstie walked on the other side with her arm round the I calf's neck.—Flax (8). Parapafatuuu.