Recently, Winsley went missing. All the livestock in Mongolia make it a likely place to hide, so I asked around the animal crowd, hoping to find him.
I asked these sheep if they'd seen him, but they wouldn't give me the time of day.
These domestic goats said they hadn't seen him and hurried on their way.
I invited this camel in for tea and sugar lumps, and he told me he had heard tell of a citified sheep doing research on the possible uses of yak DNA in hair regrowth formulas somewhere in the south.
He offered me a ride, but camels stink, so I took a horse instead.
And there I found Winsley, who had done a bit too much research on himself. He'll be home as soon as he finds an antidote.