Equine and bovine remain in their place, but heart besorrows the unlatched gate through which ovine keep escaped.

Will they return or are they free from their glade? From which grazers now will new blankets and jackets be made?

Perhaps they sought completion of hydropathy after rains. Lake down the road has enough drink to ease all of their pains.

Voice dry from calls only sibilates for sheep now. Rainbow is left lit to guide them back from escapade to mates of horse and cow. ; )

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