This particular event happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia.
My brother and I had just finished cutting a field of hay and were enjoying the evening meal under the shade of an elm tree. He went down for water by the creek and when he was gone, I took a bowl that was filled with delicious plum pudding and placed into it, not one, but two large pieces of sheep sh#t.
When he returned I encouraged him to taste the plum pudding... And as sure as I'm standing before you, he did! He ate it all. sh#t Pudding!
Oh yeah...
To be perfectly honest with you, I have no brother. It was me. I ate sheep sh#t! Swear to God!