sheep

'When he was younger he would race for a dare between the city's livestock pens, terrified of the big farmyard beasts grunting and snorting beyond the slats. Now, he might just drop by on a blue moon to trade with the butchers for jerky and biltong, though there were fewer animals to be seen these days and then mainly sheep, with their black faces boney and their eyes uncurious.' 
An excerpt from John Mann - At Day's End. 

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