Sheep on Street

Efros sits with her back to the living room window. "There's a sheep on your street," she says.

"You heard a baa?"

"I did."

I look out the window and there really is a sheep on the street, two kids are riding cute little fillies about it, trying to herd it towards the nearby gravelly lot. I exclaim something or other, but what really amazes me is that she recognized it wasn't a goat.