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The Ram’s name was Claudius

I bought him at an auction in Smithville in 1994.

He was the most gorgeous stately animal I had ever been close to. He had thick flowing hair from under his chin down the front of his chest. His eyes were golden and his horns were gigantic. He really looked grand. However, he was as deadly as he was beautiful. He had to be tethered with a rope around his horns.

He got kind of mean if you didn’t get his corn to him right away. The time I was slower than he thought I should be, he made a run at me and butted me in the knee with his head. I went crashing down to the ground in a heap of agony. I couldn’t crawl away fast enough. I don’t think I would have been attacked again because all he was after was the corn in the bucket. What he got was the corn all over the ground. To say the least, I sold him the next day. No more rams with a lousy attitude for me. This additional note to the story, Claudius pulled the same trick and butted the man I sold him too. Not much I could say, I told him about getting the corn to him or that would happen. Only this time, the man fought back and he got a bullet in the head and was served up on a buffet plate. Claudius never stood a chance. His lousy attitude didn’t go very far.

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