- Chapter 9

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The Brillo Legends
Bad, Baaaad, Brillo
Paula Goodlett
J.D. came in the door laughing like a maniac. Flo looked up to see him waving a rough-looking piece of paper at her.
"What's so funny?" Flo asked. "I haven't heard you laugh like that in a while."
J.D., gasping for breath, handed Flo the sheet of paper. "Remember when you saw Cora the other day? It seems someone overheard you telling her about that ram and his exploits. This was making the rounds all over town today. You and that miserable excuse for a ram are famous!"
Flo looked down at the sheet, saw the drawing and read the first few lines. The further she read, the more she blushed. "Oh, no, please, no. Tell me this is a joke, J.D. Please let this be a joke."
The top of the sheet had two drawings. One was of a ram with beautiful wool. The other, well, the wool wasn't beautiful. The title was:
 
B-A-A-A-D, B-A-A-A-D BRILLO
 
Flo was pretty sure that no ram in history came with that kind of equipment.
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Just who does this fur-ball think he is? Brillo thought. Those wimmen are mine. I'm the one who's been here. I'm the one they've all been making up to. I'm the one they cuddled up to after the shearing. I'm the one who put up with all the hormone surges. What makes him think he can strut in here and take over? 
Of all the people in the Richards-Sprug-Schmidt-Utt household, only one was unhappy. In fact, I'm not just unhappy, thought Brillo. I'm well and truly, to the bottom of my heart PISSED OFF!!! 
"Umm . . . Johan, do think he's going to hurt himself doing that?" Flo asked. "Throwing himself against the fence that way looks like it would hurt pretty badly. He actually shook the corner post that time."
"He vill be okay, Flo. He is yust mad. He can smell zat ze breeding season has begun. Ve do not need him, now. I vill zee if zomeone vants him. If not, I vill check vit ze Grange, to zee if zey need him." Johan was not sentimental about his stock.
"Gee, Johan, I kind of hate to get rid of him. He was our only hope for a while. I know it's silly to be sentimental, but he's really not awful . . ." Flo's voice trailed away, as she and Johan turned to walk away.
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Wool, wool, that's all they think about. What about stamina? What about vigor? That hair-ball over there would fall over dead before he could walk half the distance I could. There's nothing to him but hair. Brillo knew what was coming. He was being deposed.
First they'll see if anyone wants me, then they'll send me away. Worst of all they might turn me into . . . NOOOOOOO!!!! I'd rather go to the butcher! Brillo continued to ram the weak spot of the fence.
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Hours later, in the dark of night, the fence finally gave up. Brillo stomped away.
I'm getting' some before I leave, he was determined. I'm gettin' some and then I'm headin' north. North to where a sheep can live free. North where they can't take my wool, my wimmen or my lambs. 
Spying one of the furry ewes away from the flock, Brillo bounded over and satisfied himself.
"Thank you, ma'am," he baaed as he sauntered away. "Very nice of you, I'm sure."
As he stalked away, Brillo began to get sleepy. Blearily, he looked at the sky. "Which way is north?" he wondered.
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