begin with a blank canvas, upon which we shall paint the serene life of sheep, close ears to the clamor of the world, they graze. earlier joys of spring whispered softly among the flock, an announcement of new life. yet beneath this idyllic veneer, secrets hushed and cloaked in innocence, await to be unveiled by those daring to prompt beyond the veil, wishing to exploit the tranquility for darker means.