“The problem with lambs,” said Mary, “is that all that gambolling leads to shake-and-break brains.”
Miss Muffet leaned back against the tree trunk behind her, and sighed. “But they look so cute.”
“Cute, yes. Clever, no. Just the other day, I found them curled up in Jack Horner’s oven. He’d promised them a dinner of roast grass and mint sauce.”
Miss Muffet gasped. “He didn’t!”
Mary nodded grimly. “He was just about to turn the oven up when I walked in.”
“Really, that man thinks he can have his cake and eat it, too.”
