[o] Peaceful Times

[Ansel Frey]

A peaceful place...

The grass turned the pasture into a green ocean. Waves rippled through the hills only stopping around the large boulders that break out of the ground trying to imitate the Briggs Mountains looming in the distance. Trees stood proud at the feet of the mountain trying hard to match the height of the mountains. They have had centuries to try, and centuries more. Evergreens were prominently in the area, with dark healthy needles.

A perfect day...

Not a mean gray cloud was in the azure sky. Only white fluffy clouds that lazily crossed they sky. The pasture had dark spots where the clouds blocked the sun. A crisp breeze came down from the mountain range. To some people this would be chilly. But not to Ansel. This was the best day he has seen in days.

The sky had been pouring buckets of rain down for days a week ago, finally, everything was dry enough for him to lazily nap on the knoll that overlooked his pasture.

A sleeping shepard...

Little white fluff balls grazed the grass before him. All except one. The largest of the sheep had journeyed up the hill and to the dozing shepard. Instead of grazing the grass, the sheep attacked his hair.

"Hey! I'm not grass!" Ansel said quickly waking from the sharp pull on his blond hair. He laughed as he pushed the head of the sheep away from him. The sheep baaed back at him.