I am a country yokel leaning against a tree vaping instead of chewing on a piece of grass. I am counting the number of sheep in this field. There are 58. They look bloody cold. They are all sheared to translucent pink and they have red ink on their rumps. I hope their wool grows again quickly 'cause it's not hot. Every sheep is lying down - every one! Are they trying to get warm? Well, I don't know, I'm not a farmer - only a country yokel, vaping under a tree, looking.