Swapped the shot of the Oz for one of Robert the ram, then realized there was a sort of awkward juxtaposition there -- though he's alive and well, despite those close horns, because he has (and throws to his offspring) a fleece to not die for. But, what the Heck, figure the sheep are entitled to a little editorial commentary, so it stays.
Of course, as soon as I post this, the post about our ovivoracious feasting will get bumped down, so . . . yeah. Whatever.
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