Perhaps out of that instinctive sympathy that youth has for youth, Prunella and Weebajim became inseparable, much like Mary and her little lamb. Having a name, and because of Prunella’s especial fondness for it, the lamb began to seem more a family member than a mere commodity. What this meant no one exactly knew, but the animal was called such from then on. Touched and amused by its weak cries and first awkward attempts to stand and walk, Prunella had pointed at the lamb and prattled, Weebajim, Weebajim! in her sweet child’s voice. Their daughter, Prunella (named after the woolen academic-gown fabric), was two years old when Weebajim was born.
Notwithstanding their having a large flock to mind, this sheep was special to Walter and Barbara Woolrich. Feeling depressed about the discovery of the family’s beloved pet in this condition, the man sat upon a nearby rock to grieve and reminisce. It had been looking poorly of late, and the shepherd and his wife had worried on its account. The reason for the young ewe’s demise was unclear. Poor Weebajim, he said, we wondered where you’d gone. He approached the animal and touched it gently on its soft muzzle. The sight of it startled and saddened the shepherd, who, cresting the English hillside, spotted it in the yellowish-brown grass at the summit.
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