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I remember being chased around the house by our sheep Sussie. It was unusual because we lived in the Eastern surburbs of Sydney at the time. We had neither a mower or a car and when it escaped and made its way through Charing Cross it made quite a stir when it was brought home in the back of the milk truck. After escaping a few times we had to send it to a farm. I never did find out where we got a sheep from while living in the middle of the city.
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