By Margo Wayman
"Do what your momma tells you!" But they never listened.
"Momma is tired right now, my little lambs. Im going to take a short nap. Stay here and enjoy the shade. Remember, do what your momma tells you." She left her little flock and fell asleep in the shade of a huge boulder.
"Baa. Baa. Baa," he went. He reached up and pulled a bright yellow lemon off of the tree with his mouth. He gobbled it down quickly. It tasted so good that he ate another, and another, and another.
"Baa. Baa. Baa," he bleated, as he ate one cabbage, then another, then another.
"Do what your Momma tells you," but her two brothers werent, so she got up and went in search of something that she could eat. She spotted some grape vines growing on wooden trellis not far away. "Baa. Baa. Baa," she said, and went frolicking over to them. She pulled at the juicy purple grapes with her teeth, eating them one, after another, after another. She thought they were delicious.
"Baa. Baa. Baa," little Sidrah cried. She ate another tomato. It tasted good too, so she ate another, and another.
"Baa! Baa! Baa!" She ran over to her flock.
"Didnt I tell you to do what your Momma tells you?" she asked her lambs. They all shook their heads up and down. "Well, look at yourselves. I dont think you did what your Momma told you!"
"Now, each of you is going to go down to the river and have a bath, with soap, " Momma told them. The lambs hated having baths. She took each of them and washed their wool. Khalids yellow wool turned white again. Azzams green wool did also, as did Nallaas purple wool, Sameeras blue wool, Azims orange wool, and little Sidrahs red wool.
"Do what your Momma tells you!" she said, and from then on they did.