So Dear to My Heart Page #2

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I don't fancy black wool.

Never did.

And you know well as I do

we can't afford critters around here

that don't earn their keep.

Hard enough

to make ends meet as it is.

I'd take care of him, Granny.

I'd feed him and take care of him

and everything, Granny.

Oh, he'll grow up

to be underfoot.

I know the nature

of them black sheep.

Especially a ram.

He'll be into everything.

It ain't practical.

It just don't make sense.

You wouldn't be bad.

Would you, boy?

Might as well

warm his insides too.

Look at his face, Granny.

Hasn't he got

a cute little face?

Wicked little face,

if you ask me.

You gonna let me keep him?

Well, we'll see.

So, that's how it all came about.

I'd traded my dream of owning

a champion racehorse...

for a measly

little old black lamb.

As the wise old owl put it...

''A bird in the hand

is worth two in the bush.''

Of course, I--

I knew Granny would never

let me keep him for good.

Not if he turned out to be

just an ordinary sheep.

Danny would have to

amount to something.

Something extra special.

A champion, for instance.

Hey, if you're aimin'

to carry that wreath around,

you better keep your chin up...

and your feet

on the ground.

There.

That's better.

Makin' a champ

out of a critter like you...

won't be an easy thing to do.

Well, let's see now.

Come over here, Danny,

and we'll take a look.

Maybe get some help

from the wisdom book.

You know, just 'cause you're

a little old sheep...

don't mean you can't

get to the top of the heap.

Where there's a will,

there's a way.

Every dog has his day.

Yes. It sounds kinda corny,

I'll admit...

but we oughta find somethin'

that'll help a bit.

''A rolling stone--''

Nah, that don't fit.

Here we are, Danny.

This is it.

It's what you dew--

Eh? Oh! Y-Yes.

It's what you d-o

do with what you got that counts.

Yes, sir.

It's what you do

with what you got

And never mind

how much you got

It's what you do

with what you got

That pays off in the end

You gotta start with

with what you got

If what you got

ain't such a lot

To make the most

of what you got

Here's what I recommend

You start by a-tryin'

And applyin'your best

If you try

there ain't no denyin'

There's a way

to feather your nest

- Hey!

- You gotta add how what you do

And multiply

by what you do

You think you can't win

but you do

And you get back dividends

It's what you do

with what you got

And never mind

how much ya got

It's what you do

with what you got

That pays off

in the end

It's the means

you ''applyeth''

That raises your stock

Look what David

did to Goliath

With a little old

hunk of rock

It's what you do

with what you got

And never mind

how much you got

It's what you do

with what you got

That pays off

In the end

Now lookee here, son

Stop a-sittin'

Gettin'somewhere

takes some gettin'

You can't sit and 'spect

- To get it

- Do oo-oo do oo-oo

Now the road to fame

takes muscle

Lots of work

and lots of hustle

So start right in

and hit it

Now if at first

you don't succeed

A lot of spunk

is what you need

Or someone else

will take the lead

So try, try, try again

Just get up

when you fall down

And don't be forlorn

Look how Joshua

busted that wall down

With a little old measly horn

It's what you do

with what you got

And never mind

just how much you got

It's what you do

with what you got

That pays off

in the end

That pays off

In the end

In the end

You ornery critter.

That's the last damage you're gonna do.

You got no business

bein' a pet anyhow.

You're just a sheep.

And you're gonna stay

where sheep belong.

He won't do it again, Granny.

Honest he won't.

It's not only what he's been doin'.

It's what you ain't been doin'.

Night and day

from the time he was born...

you've had nothin' else

on your mind 'cept that critter.

- Ya ain't been doin'

the weedin' or the hoein'.

- But, Granny, I was gonna--

And winter cord wood

ain't been pilin' up like it ought to.

From now on, you're not to be

neglectin' your chores.

And that critter's not to be

runnin' around loose.

- Do you understand?

- Yes'm.

Aw, gee whiz, Danny.

Granny, she don't understand.

She thinks you're

just an ordinary sheep.

Ya know what?

I'm gonna build you a pen...

so's you'll have lots of

sunshine and exercise...

and fresh air.

I saw some real wire fencing

at Grundy's store...

and I'm goin' down there right now

and see how much it costs.

This ain't as though

you were runnin' around loose.

Promise to behave

if I take ya?

Danny! Danny!

Get him out!

Go on, now!

- Look out! Get him out!

- Watch out, Danny! watch out!

- Infernal thing!

- Danny!

- Get out!

- Danny! Danny!

If you ever bring that

black varmint in my store again...

I'll draw and quarter him!

I will, so help me Hannah.

Look at my screen door!

I'll get it fixed,

Mr Grundy!

You're mighty right you will!

You're mighty right you will!

Wasn't Danny's fault. He was just

standin' there lookin' at the candy.

Old Fud Grundy snuck up and shot him

with a bean blower or something.

He jumped a little bit,

and some eggs fell out of a basket.

It was Mr Grundy

knocked over the flour barrel...

and he chased Danny

through the door.

Who chased him

through this door?

- Granny?

- Aw, gee whiz, Uncle Hiram.

All anybody ever sees

is the bad things.

Nobody ever notices

all the good things he can do.

- For instance.

- Well...

he can jump higher

and run faster...

than any other lamb

in Pike County, I'll bet.

If he was a horse,

he'd be a world's champion...

when he grows up.

- Uncle Hiram.

- Mm-hmm.

Horses get to be champions

by winnin' races.

- What about things that don't race?

- What kind of things, for instance?

Well, um--

Pigs, for instance, and cows,

and roosters, for instance.

And maybe sheep,

for instance?

Well, sheep, you'd take them

to the county fair.

Now, you take like

that ram of yours.

And, uh, make like

that I was the judge...

at the county fair,

for instance.

Stand him up there,

Mr Kincaid...

- so that I can look him over.

- Yes, sir.

Stand back, folks.

You too, little girl.

Keep a tight hold on that rope,

young man. That animal looks

to me like he's a killer.

I got him,Judge.

Chest:

1 2 feet and 1 1 inches.

Height to shoulder:

twenty-two feet

and four inches.

Teeth like a buzz-saw.

Eyes like shootin' stars.

Mr Kincaid...

you've got quite

an animal there.

Yes, sir, and as judge

of this county fair...

it's not only my privilege and honour

but my bound and duty...

to present you

with the grand champion blue ribbon...

and...

the cash award.

Thank you,Judge.

Gee, look at all the clover.

Oh, boy! If he eats enough clover,

he'll get to be a champion.

A champion? Him?

I'm gonna take him to the county fair

and win the blue ribbon and cash award.

- You are not.

- I am so.

- Did your granny say you could go?

- Haven't told her yet, but I will.

If I helped you feed him

and everything...

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