The Rooster crows at dawn with grand ambitions and a flair for the dramatic, while the Sheep is still curled up in the meadow wondering if today might be a good day to maybe think about getting up. As friends, they can just about tolerate each other's rhythms — the Rooster provides direction, the Sheep provides a warm body to lecture at. Romantically, though, this is a partnership built on the Rooster's ego and the Sheep's quiet resentment, which is less a love story and more a slow-burn hostage situation. In bed, the spark flickers briefly before the Sheep falls asleep and the Rooster starts narrating the experience to no one in particular.
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