Nursery Rhyme Nightmares

 

A few days ago,

I overheard the bedtime story being lovingly read to the 3 little ones.

I had a giggle to myself.

It went like this
There was a little man,

And he had a little gun,

And his bullets were made of

lead, lead, lead;

He went to the brook,

And saw a little duck,

And shot it through the

head, head, head.

The book belongs to Peter,

from his younger days.

Things have changed.

Does the lamb in the top pic look like

it is having the life squeezed out of it

by that lovely little girl,

or is that just my imagination?

Jacqueline :)