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| Bicycle touring Sardinia. As the lambs sauntered through the opening, tails wagging behind them, Francesco's arm suddenly darted out at lightning speed. His ham-sized fist seized the rear leg of a black-spotted ten-day-old youngster. The frisky lamb kicked and kicked, jerking Francesco's heavily muscled arm as if he were Rambo firing a machine gun. The critter wasn't at all cooperative, and constantly cried out, "Baa-stard! Baa-stard!" |
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