My sister needs a red riding hood.

Her name is not Mary.

Lambing season happens when spring should also happen, but spring is generally quite late.

And this has been a year of endless ice and winter storms; spring is nowhere to be seen. Ending up with bottle-fed lambs is not uncommon, and such is the case for my sister.

My sister began sharing Snapchats of the little lamb she had in a plastic tote inside the ho…