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The Gardai and the lamb-Only in Dublin!

Janey Mac! It has happened again. This time it's the story of the Gardai and the lamb. It seems too good to be true. Only a month after it took one Garda and one Sergeant, with the expert help of an animal specialist, to capture a ram in a Donegal garage ("The Gardai and the ram") no fewer than six, repeat six, uniformed Gardai turned out to capture a lamb in a Dublin back garden.

Seriously, six cops "to ceap that lamb!" It beggars belief.

It happened on Tuesday, November 24, another day that will go down in the annals of ruminant crime.

The fact that the lamb didn't know it was breaking the law was no excuse. Case law on five continents is clear on the subject.

The facts, and only the facts, start with the unwitting action of an Algerian with Irish citizenship, Mr. Eddine Chennitt, a worker in the Kepak Halal meat factory in Roscommon, in other words a slaughter house. Mr. Chennitt told reporters he has a brother in Dublin, who has six children. The children had never seen a lamb, so Mr. Chennitt borrowed a lamb, took it to Dublin in a van, and put the cute little animal in his brother's garden, intending to return the seven-month old to its native Roscommon.

The family had just taken photographs with the lamb when the Gardai arrived, all six of them.

Mr. Chennitt admitted he understood it would be against the law to keep the lamb in his brother's house, hence its presence in the garden.

Quiz. If it takes two Gardai to apprehend a ram in Donegal, six Gardai to apprehend a lamb in Dublin, how many Gardai does it take to apprehend an ass in Kerry? Answer: It depends on whether the Kerry ass has four legs or two.

There is one redeeming feature. The story has brought to mind one of the loveliest poems composed by an Irish poetess, Katherine Tynan's "Sheep and lambs".

All in the April morning,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
Pass'd me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs
Pass'd me by on the road;
All in an April evening
I thought on the Lamb of God.

The lambs were weary, and crying
With a weak human cry,
I thought on the Lamb of God
Going meekly to die.

Up in the blue, blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet:
Rest for the little bodies,
Rest for the little feet.

Rest for the Lamb of God
Up on the hill-top green,
Only a cross of shame
Two stark crosses between.

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.

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