Isolde, Iris’ sister, is still terribly worried about General Iris over worrying. She reminds Iris that they had agreed to stay “Present and worry-freeee…”
Though Iris gives an impression like she’s heard this a million times. She tilts her head back in silent revolt. Gah hh! It’s like reminding someone to exercise in the new year. No use. Iris notices a good interjection to brush away this nagging.
“Um.. Your drink, behind you.” Iris brings Isolde’s attention to the corgi guards bringing their afternoon refreshments.
Woo lah lah! Isolde’s drink is grand: a big tray bringing the tropics right to her hooves, teeming with flowers, herbs, exotic leaves. She does love to experiment with flavors.
In the distance, clouds fly by, and a butterfly distracts a corgi guard.
Iris, on the other hand consumes her usual alfalfa tea, and alfalfa cookies. She does not want otherwise, on any afternoon. And the cookies must be baked to precision, or she’d have the corgis send them back to the kitchen.
Isolde voices that if Iris still goes at this rate of worrying, she’s never going to join the herd’s spa day, which happens once a moon.
Yet, Iris believes at Isolde’s rate of processing the world and issues, the whole Baapolis will lose their prestige in the sheep realm.
“Oh..Sister…” Isolde gives up, and turns to the blue sky. She sings and baas, and her operatic tones echo in the meadows.
General Iris looks at a still rolling and rolling Kopernicus, concerned, irritated.
Behind Iris, her daughter Kusco is emulating how Iris walks on twos.
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