That’s how Briar says “baa,” makes it sound like sheep are wily and smug.

Not Jon’s sheep. Jon’s sheep, Jon’s animals, are a storybook come to life.

This storybook is bound in deep red,

textured throughout with earthen hues,

and a cast of characters so whimsical and curious,

you’ll look up and find that the sun,

so bright and high above when you began,

has slipped seductively behind the hills

and the crisp breath of night is nipping at your bare arms.

Reluctantly you must set the book aside until the next time.

Baa ha ha and Baaa these are the things we live for now.