Time to buy a new truck

Dad brought home three of my uncle's lambs for us kids to raise and show via 4-H. It was very cold, so he put them in the back of the station wagon, laying in cardboard boxes, then picked us up from school. We were almost home, when something started snuffling my head. I jumped, the lamb jumped back, and a whole chorus of bleating started up. Kids laughing, lambs bleating - Dad turned up the radio.

Twas a very loud arrival at the sheep shed that day.