Merry Merry Christmas Christmas, from the Wolf pack

Preparing for Departure

שלום ישראל
I will miss you.
If you were cleaner, I would kiss you.
Your university was bland, so I took to the land
Layered coats of בוץ
And herded goats.
Met a boy which sounds cliche
But it wasn't at all because I read him Nietzche.
He's gone now, anyhow
and I am left with your fine sand in my hand.
The days are growing colder
as I am growing older
So glad my twentieth year
is not spent as a soldier.
On the bus they look at me
and I think how they travel for free.
My jealousy, though, never got my too down
I simply started tremping around.
They say that you are a dangerous place
so all those uniforms aren't a waste.
What's scariest to me
is that I ain't scared one bit -
Nothing can bring me to the end of my wit.
Those bomb bursts at night
and planes in midday
Never once got in my way.
Now listen hear, folks
for what shocked me most, I read in the post:
The exodus from Egypt
was all a hoax.
Still, I'm a Jew
so I learned some Hebrew
למשל, ממש כזה כאילו
I'm thinking of writing my thesis on you.
Oh Israel your varieties of religions never abate
they bind communities and they create hate
my goodness just look at the West Bank Gate.
For this reason and more my Judaism did not flourish
I told my mother this and it gave her much surrus.
But even though I chose not
to wear a head cover,
she should rest assured I did not
become a Jesus Lover.

The Miracle of Life

I look happy, buy its all just for show.

According to Leo, one in six baby lambs does not naturally drink their mother's milk from their tits. In a certain case one December in a certain place, humans decided to intervene. I was given lamb feeding responsibility. Morning, afternoon, and evening, mama sheep was milked by Theron and baby lamb was bottle fed by Maya. I did not enjoy it, which made me feel rather like a really bad person. It seems that I helped save the lamb's life, but it drank so little anyways and it was such a fight and so so so filthy it was hard to focus on the positive. Every time when Theron went to milk mama she poo'd in the bucket. I guess that boys dont have as much of a sense of cleanliness as us girls in such instances, because this stopped neither Theron nor Albert from indulging in the very same liquid that was moments before harboring big brown turds. (I hope you aren't eating your cereal as you read this)

The situation went as follows:

Albert: Do people drink sheep's milk?

Maya: Hmm, good question. Ive never seen it. Cheese, either. I wonder why.

Theron: There's only one way to find out.

The report back is that it is tasty as can be, creamy and fatty goodness. This became a daily occurrence. The leftover milk once the bottle was full went into the bellies of these two growing boys. In the meantime, I covered myself with milk throwup and poopie wool. The lamb, plain and simple, did not want milk. But it was a strong sucker, boy, we all suspected that somehow it was milking from its momma, though none of us ever witnessed the act.

Well, its still with us today. May it have a long and prosperous life, In Shallah.