One day, when Mary was about ten, she discovered two recently born lambs on their family farm.
One was abandoned by the mother and was nearly dead from cold and neglect.
A statue of Mary’s little lamb in Sterling, Massachusetts.
All day long I nursed the lamb, and at night it could swallow just a little.
Oh, how pleased I was, remembers Mary.
Both Mary and her lamb became very attached to each other.
I used to take as much care of my lamb as a mother would of a child.
We roamed the fields together and were, in fact, companions and fast friends.
I did not have many playmates outside the dumb creatures on the place.
One day, her brother suggested that they take the lamb to school.
Everything was going fine until Mary was called to the front of the class to recite.
The lamb followed her and the entire class including the teacher burst into laughter.
At Marys hometown, Sterling, there stands a small statue representing Mary’s Little Lamb.
A reconstructed house now stands there.
A reconstruction of the Mary Sawyers home after it was destroyed.
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Inside the school house.
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