Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla always gets so sleepy on early mornings like this. With the sun rising slowly to paint the sky in pretty colors of orange and pink.

But no matter how sleepy the sun is, it's still his job to take the sheep out to graze. Hopefully the sun is high enough that all the wolves have gone to bed.

The sheep all really do love him. So it's never hard to lead them. They follow really well. Pure Vanilla always thinks it's kinda funny, the way all the fluffy sheeps fall into a near perfect line like a bunch of ducks following the mommy duck.

In the meadow the sheep all scurry off to do their own thing. Grazing, playing, taking naps. And Pure Vanilla finds a place to sit.

mmm… he's so sleepy. Certainly it'll be fine if he closes his eyes for just a second. The sheep are all really well behaved…

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He wakes up with a jolt, the sun shining in his eyes. “mmh-”

It seems he fell asleep for a lot longer than he intended. Atleast it seems like all the sheep are fine. There are two resting with him and the rest seem to be playing.

“...one… two… three, four… five..” He carefully counts the sheep, making sure they're all there still.

...perfect. All seventeen sheep are still there. But he shouldn't make a habit of napping when the sheep graze. He'll end up losing a few of his fluffy friends if anything goes wrong.

Oh… there's someone walking up to the field.

Pure Vanilla gently pushes away the muddy sheep, getting up and brushing the mud and grass off of his clothes.

He walks up to them, his legs a little wobbly from the sheep laying on them for so long.

“Hello…! Is… everything alright? Ah.. I don't think I've ever met you before. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, what's your name!”