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200 words a day – Day #3


When I was a little girl I had several favorite TV shows. The main ones were Barney and Friends as well as that one about Lamb Chops. I forget the name of the specific TV show because it went through so many variations over the years. The basic premise was that Lamb Chops a puppet controlled by Sherry Lewis learned life lessons with the help of her friends Charlie Horse and hush Puppy. I loved this show so much that I had my own version of Lamb Chops at home. I was not able to operate Lamb Chops in the same way that Sherry Lewis did but that didn't matter to me. I could imagine us going out for the different adventures together.

She was mine. Pardon the borrowed material from an old nursery rhyme, but she also had fleece as white as snow. The one odd thing about my puppet Lamb Chops and the original version was that they both had red buttons going down the front them. I guess that was supposed to simulate some sort of jacket so she wouldn't appear naked. The puppets also wore red mittens. This idea was also strange to me as a child because I thought her poor hands would get hot in the summer.

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