The lush green fields are covered with drifts and the sheep stay in the barn. They are surprisingly content to do so. Even the sheep with no lambs sleep most of the day, eat hay, sleep some more, eat more hay, then go to bed. I think Chris, my llama, misses the open fields most of all. Two more months of winter here in the Great North Land, then the flock will have green grass to eat. What joy!
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