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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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