Not fauns, sorry. But how about lambs?
Oh, to be an Irish lamb.
It might be a short life, but it isn’t a bad one. Most of us humans don’t get to live in a place like this.
Hanging out with friends. We walked through their pasture to get to the car – they were not amused and kept their distance. As a sheep should, even if you are the odd black one.
Or a parti-coloured mamma sheep.
Or maybe you could mimick wooly clouds on the horizon; sleeping warm, and revelling in the glorious day.