“Well, I’m not hanging around waiting to get shoved into an oven (season well, cook at a low temperature for three hours) with a bunch of rosemary,” said Roger the well-hung ram.
“Yeah, sod that for a game of soldiers,” said Larry, a lamb. “Who wants to end up in a stewpot (brown the bite-sized cubes on all sides before adding vegetables and stock, simmer for six hours), eh ?”
“Okay, boys and girls, see that gap in the fence? We’re off!”
“Help! They’ve all gone walkies,” moaned Bo Peep, a small non-vegetarian shepherdess and latest intern. “Any thoughts, anyone?”