A ram lamb. Born to Garnet at the stroke of Midnight. On the waxing full moon. Of course. Sweet, vigorous lamb, oblivious to the cold. He knows only his mother’s attentive caresses, her husky voice, the scent of her swollen udder, (which he has all to himself) the sweet warmth of her milk that fills his belly in little bursts. Garnet is over the moon for him. Over the full moon, whose pull is unmistakeable. Garnet. Finally a Momma.