an episode
(1)
The Sheep and the Dog sat side by side and gazed down at their reflections on the surface of the lake. There was no denying that they looked quite different, indeed. One of them was horned (but not noticeably, you understand) and shaggy (quite a bit) and gray (or maybe white; it was hard to tell). The other one was quite smaller (but not dainty, of course) and fluffy (despite the muscle underneath) and a uniform mix of black and white. One was a Sheep. One was a Dog. There seemed to be no way around that.
It was a very long moment before either of them spoke.
"This must be a dream," the Sheep bleated in disbelief. "I can't be a Sheep."
The Dog sat silently for a moment. Eir ears twitched. Then: "I win!"
The Sheep already hated the sound of that yip.
For some time, they sat in silence. The Dog wagged eir tail contentedly, just a bit, but also quite nicely. Back behind em, where it was less noticed but for the thump thump of that bony fluff against the Sheep's bald back leg.
The Sheep sulked.
Ey would never laugh at a pumpkin-spinner's song again. Although ey had not been the one to laugh out loud, not ey. That had been eir sib, of course. Always ey. But ey promised very hard that from this day forward ey would never ever so much as smirk again at pumpkin-spinners and their songs.
At length, the Dog stirred.
"Could have been worse," ey yipped, conversationally.
Not likely. The Sheep couldn't imagine a worse thing to be, than to be a Sheep.
"You could have been turned into a peanut," the Dog continued, "and had a chipmunk shell you to death."
It was a long time before the Sheep trusted emself to speak.
(Don't ask. I have no idea. There's this whole saga of Sheep and Dog in my head, and I don't know from where.)
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