>The soft chill of the morning air greeted you as you stepped out into the early dawn. Your boots squished the morning dew coating the grass as you approached the western pasture.
>You were greeted with a familiar sight. The flock of sheep were quietly grazing by the gate, patiently waiting to be rid of the excess wool grown over the last few months.
>It was the time of year again to take care of all that mess before it got too out of hand.
>As you opened the gate, you paused mid-stride and took a double take at one of the sheep. They seemed... off.
>Same build and size as the others, but their wool was more of a soft cream color than dirty white.
>...And their skin was a deep blue, they had what looked like black and yellow striped ears, and a tail with a similar pattern that ended in a glassy orange orb that shimmered in the sunlight.
>Your hand tightened on the handle of your shears as the realization dawned on you.
>Your sheep turned into one of those pokemon things over night.
>You didn't know what specifically. The other sheep acted like nothing changed, all of them chewing cud with the same lazy-eyed disposition.
>It regarded you no differently than any of the others would have, and let out a soft 'baa' as it placidly approached, allowing you to get a better look.
>"Well... Alright. You're more or less still a sheep, and you definitely need a shearing. How the hell am I gonna take care of all that?"
>Its thick, puffy wool glowed a gentle yellow, and seemed to hum faintly like distant electricity.
>You swore you saw small sparks of static occasionally dancing through it as well.