Listen as I tell you about my recent hike up in the gray and green mountains of Wales.
And as I passed by those mountains that I had walked just a few hours prior, I could see sheep dotting the edges of the mountain. Sheep who were climbing or grazing or going about their sheep business. They were just tiny dots.
I couldn't make up what they were at first until I came closer and realized that they weren't rocks, they were sheep. They moved and once in a while I could hear a very distant little baa.