Note: This is a little story I wrote about my grand daughter…
The wooly lamb with pink ears looked just like the one at Mema's house until it sang JESUS LOVES ME.
Darla lost her heart there in the Goodwill Store right away.
"Please, Mommy, Please buy him for me," she pleaded.
"No Darla," Mommy said. "He's just like Mema's except that he sings." Looking at the lamb with scrutinizing eyes she pointed out the lamb had one eye missing.
"Mema can fix it, " Darla said. "She did surgery on my frog and made him well."
Remembering how the rip in froggie's stomach had been repaired, Mommy relented. After all, this one did sing "JESUS LOVES ME."
"Ask Mema if she can fix him," Mommy said.
Mema assured Darla she could implant another eye. For a dollar, the one eyed lamb left the Goodwill Store and went home with Darla. Indeed, the two lambs were just alike except for the music box in the one-eyed one's tummy. The eyes matched perfectly.
Mema asked Darla, "Do you think we could perform an eye transplant? I could take one of the identical eyes from my lamb and give it to yours. Then he could have an artificial eye?"
Four-year-old Darla thought seriously about the operation. "Would it hurt?" She asked?
"I'll be as gentle as possible," Mema said.
After dinner, surgery was performed. Darla was quiet during the entire procedure. She gave a sigh of relief when it was over and agreed to let the two lambs remain in the recovery room overnight.
Next morning the singing lamb looked like new with two matching eyes. Darla was delighted as she prepared to carry the new toy home with her. Mema's lamb still sat in "recovery", its silver button eye looking painful and out of place in the socket where the good eye had been.
"Darla," Mema said, "When you visit me you'll have to be extra nice to my little lamb. He sacrificed his sight and beauty for your lamb."
She tenderly picked up the lamb and took it to the chair where she sat to watch cartoons. Later, preparing to leave, she said: "Mema, I told your lamb I loved him and rocked him to sleep.
He can sleep until I come again and then I'll play with him. I told him he'd always be my favorite toy at your house."
© Ivie Bozeman