Thought you took your woolen scarf

Meredee returned to the house shivering from the cold. I thought you took your woolen scarf, said her Grandma Bold. I did, she said, but her teeth were shaking, her fate sealed. Look here grandma, said her daughter, staring out into the field. Outside was a tiny Scottish calf, with woolen scarf around his neck you see. I had to protect my baby Doug, said Meredee. He needed it more than me.