[ It is kind of a funny sight, a librarian and his faerie, along with a woman dressed far too finely to be a farmer, ushering sheep around until they are safe in their pens. This is not the worst or even the strangest thing Arthur has ever had to endure, but sometimes he does have to marvel at the funny little turns his life has taken. ]

More sheep, actually, though they were luminescent rather than the normal sort. They had been quite fond of Clover as well.

[ Clover, who comes to perch herself on Arthur’s shoulder, now that her work is done. ]

If you’ve the time, I would be more than happy to show you to that café. ‘Tis a good place to sit and chat, if nothing else.