She looks nervous, as if she is trying to be brave. She hates Molly doing anything that she hasn’t, so there is a grit behind her nervous smile that says she will do this thing whether it is fun or not. She is small, only six years old, and, judging by its feet, the lamb is on the large side. But she grabs a toe in each fist and pulls. I talk her through it. I tell her to give the ewe a moment between pulls. I can tell she is a little unsure, but with each contraction the legs slip out a touch further. She gets a hand around each leg at the first joint of the foot. Then the nose is breaching. She wants to stop and let me do this, but I tell her she can do it, and if she does, she will be able to go back and tell her mum and her sister she did it. Then the smile toughens and she starts to pull.