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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a land called Vard. Vard was a very happy, well-endowed land, and many animals lived there. The mass of animals were sheep, and some lambs, and a few other animals ruled over the flock. The head of Vard was a duck called Derek, who was part of a seven-member council of owls that made all the decisions about Vard. And under Derek Duck was Roso the Bear, who in turn had assistants called John the Fox and Archie the Badger...
...going to stay around for a long time and who should do what to whom and why, the sheep went on their merry, sheep like way. Some of the sheep lived up by the cliff, and some lived down by the river, and the lambs of the flock lived in the big green yard. Each year thousands of lambs tried to get into Vard only to be told that there was just so much pasture land to graze on and they would have to find other meadows to grow up in, like the Yale field to the southwest...
...they moved out of the yard, but after a while the crafty old fox noticed that few of the lambs went to live at the cliff. Almost all seemed to want to live at the river, which was getting too crowded. Then the fox realized that a small flock of lambs lived among the sheep at the cliff, and he decided that when lambs grew up to be sheep they didn't want to live with other lambs. So the fox ordered all the lambs to live in the yard, behind the big green hedge, and filled up the cliff...
...Council of Owls was involved in another meadow in a far off land called Aparkside, where the white sheep lived high off the hog (excuse the metaphor) by making the black sheep work really hard for them. And the white sheep wouldn't let the black sheep form a flock, and made them eat bad apples that caused many of the little lambs to die before they grew up. The Vard Council of Owls had a deal with the Aparkside rulers, in which Aparkside rulers like the John the Horsester gave Vard money for owning a great deal of rocks...
...Prince's hunting party cavorted in the golds and reds of a New England autumn, and the courtiers looked as though they'd just stepped off a wedding cake, with popsicle-orange feathers bobbing on their bewigged heads. And the decor, especially in the second act, atoned for a flock of balletic bumbles. The ingenious use of layered, semi-transparent drop scrims melted the bright grove of the hunting party into a blue dream-world, then into the cobwebby forest of enchanted sleep...