Unknown Realm: Issue 0004: The Sheep Plants
I noticed that during Passover the City seemed to grip the myths of the Christian faith and twist them about. Being used to the Irish Catholic traditions I found the whole thing intellectually fascinating. I’m hardly the religious sort, you realize. Those who held more firmly to the traditions may have felt less at ease, but it seemed to herald a more relaxing time, even for the curses.
So it surprised me on my walk today to find a sheep on a plant. At first I thought that it was just a lump of fluff shaped as a sheep. With the City one cannot be too sure. Then it moved and I figured it would be best to sit and watch it a while. Small legs wriggled in the air and its black eye opened and blinked at me. When the wind drifted and took my cigarette smoke across its nose, it sneezed.
Some days the City reminds me of the Netherworld far too much. In my experience strange things can be either friend or foe and their appearance has nothing to do with their intent. Honestly, the nicest creature I’ve ever met was an aging tree bartender. Gruff sort of fellow, but that’s a tale for another time.
The sheep baw’d at me and wiggled again. Though I knew better in the back of my mind I walked forward and gave the little fellow a push. He topped from the plant and shook himself out, green vines fell from his wool coat. When the sheep looked at me I drew my hand back, they bite even in the best of circumstances, so I’ve been told.
The two of us stared at each other for quite some time before it sniffed and trotted away. I’m left now staring at a clump of plant that doesn’t look at all like a sheep was attached to it. Regardless, I’ve dug it up and it now resides on my window ledge as I write. I can hear the little fellows trudging about the streets, odd curses to be sure.
So it surprised me on my walk today to find a sheep on a plant. At first I thought that it was just a lump of fluff shaped as a sheep. With the City one cannot be too sure. Then it moved and I figured it would be best to sit and watch it a while. Small legs wriggled in the air and its black eye opened and blinked at me. When the wind drifted and took my cigarette smoke across its nose, it sneezed.
Some days the City reminds me of the Netherworld far too much. In my experience strange things can be either friend or foe and their appearance has nothing to do with their intent. Honestly, the nicest creature I’ve ever met was an aging tree bartender. Gruff sort of fellow, but that’s a tale for another time.
The sheep baw’d at me and wiggled again. Though I knew better in the back of my mind I walked forward and gave the little fellow a push. He topped from the plant and shook himself out, green vines fell from his wool coat. When the sheep looked at me I drew my hand back, they bite even in the best of circumstances, so I’ve been told.
The two of us stared at each other for quite some time before it sniffed and trotted away. I’m left now staring at a clump of plant that doesn’t look at all like a sheep was attached to it. Regardless, I’ve dug it up and it now resides on my window ledge as I write. I can hear the little fellows trudging about the streets, odd curses to be sure.