Tomorrow is Eid el-Kabir, the day Muslims around the world celebrate the fact that Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son for God, who received a last minute pardon and thus was spared the knife. That's more than can be said for the goat that was sacrificed in his place.
That's where these sheep come in, because tomorrow I'm getting out of bed at a brisk 8:30 a.m., and will get to watch (and maybe help) my host family, you know, shepherd these sheep onto the dinner table.
I had named the first sheep Lucy, but today I noticed he has horns, so I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like being named Lucy. Of course, he probably doesn't like being in that closet, either.
Did I mention the whole house smells like sheep now?
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