I read because each reading has the ability to shift the angle of my worldview, and this is in turn feeds the will, the desire to live. This is my crack and as a result I am a ravenous and indiscriminate reader.
Apparently, when an ewe's lamb dies, this is what you do:
1. Skin the dead lamb
2. Take a lamb from an ewe who has more than one
3. DRESS THE LIVING LAMB IN THE DEAD LAMB'S SKIN
4. GIVE TO THE MOTHER SHEEP WHO LOST HER BABY SOMEONE ELSE'S BABY DRESSED IN HER DEAD BABY'S SKIN
5. SHE WILL NOT LIKE IT, SO PUT THEM TOGETHER IN A SMALL ENCLOSURE UNTIL SHE CHANGES HER MIND
Yes, it deserves the irritant of capitalization. In the end the sheep probably accepts this fake baby as hers purely because she has gone insane with grief and horror. Success!!?