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“What are they called?” Rosie asked Mrs Mack.
“Well, do you know, I haven’t given them names yet,” she replied. “Maybe you girls would like to think of something to call them?”
“Snowy,” said Frankie at once.
Fliss pulled a face. “That’s sooo boring,” she said. “Our neighbour’s cat is called Snowy.”
“We used to have a rabbit called Snowy, too,” I added.
“How about… Poo-Foot?” Kenny giggled. “Oh, no – we already know someone called that, don’t we, Fliss?”
“Stop calling me that, Kenny,” Fliss said crossly. “No one thinks it’s funny”
Fliss was starting to look a bit upset. You can always tell because her bottom lip starts turning down, and her cheeks get a bit pink.
“Hmmm… what about Snowdrop, then?” Rosie suggested quickly, looking at a pot of snowdrops that Mrs Mack had on one of the windowsills.
“Snowdrop is a cute name,” I agreed, twitching one of the lambs’ ears. “You can be Snowdrop, little one! What do you think, Fliss?”
Fliss shrugged, still in a narky mood. “Whatever,” she sniffed.
“What about this one, then?” Frankie said, stroking Snowdrop’s little sister. “Look, she’s got a tiny bit of black on her face. How about… er …”
“Snowflake,” I said.
“Cornflake,” Kenny joked. “Or chocolate Flake! Hey, Flake-brain, what do you think of your new name?”
“Don’t be so stoooopid, Kenny,” Fliss said, rolling her eyes.
“How about naming her after another flower to go with Snowdrop?” Frankie suggested. “How about Crocus?”
“Sounds like a frog’s name!” I said. “Croak-us – get it?”
“How about Jasmine?” Rosie said.
“That’s pretty,” Fliss said. “Snowdrop and Jasmine – don’t they sound sweet?”
Ooh! Just as she said that, the two tiny lambs started waking up. “Oh, look, they know their names already,” I said in delight. “Hello, Snowdrop. Hello, Jasmine!”
Snowdrop stood up on his wobbly little legs and pushed his nose into Mrs Mack’s hand. Then he bleated plaintively. Ma-a-a-a! he went.
“Someone’s hungry, by the sound of it,” Mrs Mack said, giving him a friendly stroke. “I’ll just warm up your bottle, Snowdrop.”
Then Jasmine started bleating too. Maaaa-aaa-aa! Maa-aa-aa! I couldn’t resist any more and picked her up to cuddle her. “Oh, hungry baby, it won’t be long,” I crooned into her little ear. Honestly, my heart was just MELTING as I held her warm little body. Then she snuggled her head into my neck and I thought I would burst with happiness!
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