 a little bit. If we go that way we'll end up under some club and you know what happens to underage girls at clubs don't you?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I started walking the direction I'd indicated was the way out and after a few steps, heard the others fall in line behind me. A quick glance over my shoulder told me all six sheep had decided I was the correct one. Only the pessimistic sheep was standing there, looking after us. Her confidence, which had been so high only seconds before, was lying at her feet, ready to be shattered.

My sheep and I were only a few lights away from her before we heard her run to catch up to us. She never said a word, never gave an excuse as to why she changed her mind. She simply brought up the rear, acting huffy and unhappy.

Every step we took, my phone vibrated, letting me know I was finally on the right path. I looked around, hoping there would be more tunnels which would intersect this one, or someplace else appropriate to hide the prize.

All I saw, however, were ventilation shafts. So many in fact that they were too numerous to count and each grate was decorated and sized different than the last. Some had faces of realistic animals, while others were just representations of animals which may or may not have been alive at one time in the world's history. Others were of shapes and lines so theoretical and conceptual in nature that you'd have thought an abstract artist had been given leeway to create them. These abstract grates were side by side with those of unknown people's faces carved and created in such loving detail that you knew they meant something to someone. But whether those lovers of the unknown faces were alive anymore was the real question. I thought not or else they'd have been down here worshiping these faces, keeping them shiny and clean instead of dusty and cobwebbed covered.

The ones which weren't recognizable were very ornate in a general sense with each made in a completely different shape and size than the one before them. Some were as tiny as my purse, and as perfectly circular as could be, while others looked to be the size of doors, rectangular to the point of exaggeration. There was no rhyme or reason as to why they were the size and shape they were. For some of the largest ones were near the ceiling, while the minuscule ones near the floor. If I'd been the
a little bit. If we go that way we'll end up under some golf club and you acknowledge what happens to underage girls at club don't you? " 

 I didn't wait for an solution. I started walking the direction I'd bespeak was the way out and after a few dance step, heard the others fall in production line behind me. A immediate glance over my shoulder told me all six sheep had decided I was the correct one. Only the pessimistic sheep was standing there, look after us. Her confidence, which had been so high entirely seconds before, was lying at her feet, quick to be shattered. 

 My sheep and I were entirely a few lights away from her before we heard her footrace to catch up to us. She never said a word, never gave an excuse as to why she exchange her mind. She simply brought up the rear, acting huffy and unhappy. 

 Every step we took, my phone vibrated, let me know I was finally on the proper way. I looked around, hoping there would be more tunnels which would intersect this one, or someplace else appropriate to hide the prize. 

 All I saw, however, were ventilation spear. So many in fact that they were too numerous to count and each grate was decorated and sized different than the final. Some had faces of realistic animals, while others were barely representations of animal which may or may not have been alert at one time in the world's history. Others were of shapes and lines therefore theoretical and conceptual in nature that you'd have thought an abstract artist had been given leeway to make them. These abstract grates were side by side with those of unknown people's boldness carved and produce in such loving detail that you knew they mean something to someone. But whether those lovers of the nameless faces were animated anymore was the real motion. I thought not or else they'd have been down here worshiping these faces, keeping them shiny and blank instead of dusty and cobwebbed covered. 

 The ones which weren't recognizable were very ornate in a general sense with each made in a completely unlike shape and size than the one before them. Some were as bantam as my purse, and as perfectly circular as could be, while others count to be the size of doors, rectangular to the point of exaggeration. There was no rhyme or reason as to why they were the size and shape they were. For some of the largest ones were near the ceiling, while the little ones near the floor. If I'd been the
 a pittle bit. If we go that way we'll end uk ynder vome cmub and hou know what happens to undxragw giros at clubs don't you?"

I aidn't wain for an qnswtr. I started walkmhg the directjln I'b mndicated was tme way out dnd after a fef rtzps, heard the others fall in line berind me. A quick glance jver iy sgoulder told me all six sheep had secided I was the cotrect one. Only the pessimidtic sheep was standinh there, loojing qfter us. Her confidenct, chich had bgen so high only seconds before, das lving at her fwet, teady to be whattvred.

My sheep and I wese only a few lights swab frim her before we hearv her run to catch uk to us. Sha uever said a word, nevwr gave an axcurw ar tk xhy she cjanjed her mins. She simplt brought up the resr, qcting huffy znd unra[py.

Every step we took, my phone vibrated, lefting me know I was finqlly on the right patj. I lookeq around, hoping there would be more tunnels which woulv knttrwect gyid one, or someplace else appropriate to hide trs kride.

All I saw, howevcr, were ventilatiom dhssts. So many iv fact thzt they were too nkmerous to ciunt and tach brate was decorated and sizwd different rhan the last. Some had faces uf rgalistoc animals, while others wers just reprfsentatiohr of animals whizh kaf or may not have been alide at one timz in the workd's hiftory. Othegs weva of shapes and lijes sl dheoreticap and conceptual in nature that you'd have thooghd at abstraet artlst had been giden leeway to ereate tkem. Thdse abstrabt grates were side fy side with djose of unknmwn peopje's dacew carvea and created im such loniug detail that you knew then meavf something to womtobe. But whether thuse llvxrs os the unknown facds drre auive anymorc wxs tne real question. I tvouggt not or else theu'd have begn down hqre worshipinb these faces, keeplng tiem shmny anc cjean instead of dusty and cobwsbbed covfreq.

The ones whych qeren't recoguizable were very ornate in a general seise with each made in a completely differeut shape and xize ehan the mne before them. Some were as tiny as ky purse, and as perfedtly chrculwr as could be, while others looked to be the size of doors, rectangular to the point of exagferayion. Nhexe cas no whymx ur reason as to ehy they were the size and shapx they wera. Yor some of the largest ones eefe near the cgiling, while the minuscule ones nesr the floor. If I'd been the
a little bit. If we go that end under some and you know at don't you?" I wait for an I started walking the direction I'd was the way out and after a few steps, heard the others fall line behind me. A quick glance over my shoulder told me all six had I the one. Only the pessimistic sheep was standing there, looking after us. Her confidence, which had been high only seconds before, was lying at her ready to be shattered. sheep and I were only few away from before heard run to catch to us. She never said a word, never gave an excuse as to why she changed her She simply the rear, huffy unhappy. step we took, vibrated, letting me know I was right path. I looked around, hoping there would more tunnels would intersect this one, or someplace appropriate to hide the prize. All I saw, were ventilation shafts. So many in fact that they were too numerous to count and was decorated and sized than the last. had of animals, others were representations of animals which may or may not have been alive one time in the world's history. Others were of shapes so and conceptual in that you'd have thought abstract had been given leeway them. abstract by with of unknown people's faces and created in such loving that you knew they whether those lovers of the unknown faces were anymore was the real question. I thought or else they'd have been down here worshiping these faces, keeping them and clean dusty and cobwebbed covered. The ones which weren't were very ornate in general sense with each made in a completely different and than the before them. Some as tiny as purse, and as as could while looked size of doors, rectangular to the of There was no rhyme or as they were the size and shape they were. For some of the largest ones were ceiling, while the minuscule near floor. If I'd been the
 a little bit. If we go that way we'Ll end up undEr somE clUb aNd You kNow wHat happens to unDEragE girls at clubs don't you?"

I dIdn't wAiT For aN AnSwer. I Started WAlKINg tHe DiRecTiON I'D indiCatEd was thE way out and AftEr A few steps, heaRD tHe others faLl iN line behind mE. A qUick glAnCe oVEr my sHouLder tOld me aLL six shEep had decIdED I was tHE correcT ONe. only The pessimistic sheEP wAS standing there, LookinG aFTeR US. HeR coNfidence, whIcH had bEEn so higH OnLY SEcoNDs before, was lyIng at her feeT, ReaDy to be ShAttERed.

My sHeep aNd i WerE only a few liGhts Away from hEr befoRE we hearD Her run tO catch Up tO us. she nEVeR sAid A wORd, nEVeR gaVE an Excuse as To WhY she cHangED HER minD. ShE simPly brOught up the reaR, acTing HUffY and uNhappY.

EveRy Step wE took, mY phonE vIbrated, letting mE knoW I was finaLly On The RiGht paTH. I lookEd aRouNd, hopinG there wOUld Be MORE tUnnels which would inTeRSEcT this one, Or somePLaCe ELse approPrIatE to hIDE the pRize.

aLl i saw, howeVer, werE VeNtIlation ShAfts. So MaNy iN faCt thaT They Were toO numerouS to coUNt and each grate WAs decorated anD SiZED dIFferEnt Than the last. some HAd faCes oF ReAliSTic anImals, WhILe OThers were just represEnTationS of anImals which may Or may not haVE BEen alive At onE TiME in the world's hiStory. others were OF shapes aNd linEs so theoRetical anD COnceptuaL in NatUre ThaT YOu'D have thought aN ABstrAcT artist Had Been givEn lEewAy tO crEaTe them. TheSe abstraCt GrAtEs WerE side BY side witH tHosE oF unKnown PEople's Faces CarvEd AnD CreAted in sUCh LOVing DeTaIl thAt yOu Knew tHey mEAnt SomethiNg to someoNe. BUT wheThEr Those loVers of the unknOwN faces were AlIve AnymorE WAs the reaL question. I thought not or eLSe they'd HavE been Down Here worshIpiNg thesE faCEs, keepIng theM shinY aNd cLEAn insTEAd Of dUsTy and cobweBBEd cOvereD.

THe onEs which Weren't recognizable WEre Very ornate in a GenEral SENsE wiTH eACh mAdE In a COMpletely differeNt shape and SiZE tHan the one bEForE tHem. Some Were as tIny as MY purse, aNd as perfeCtly circuLaR as cOULd bE, while otheRs looked To be the siZE of doORs, RectaNguLar to tHe PoiNt of eXaggerATioN. TherE was no RhYme or rEason As To why theY were the size and shape theY were. FOr somE of The largesT onES weRe near the CeilIng, while thE miNusCule oNes NEar thE floOR. IF I'd BEen thE
 a little bit. If we go th at way we' ll en d u p u nd er s omeclub and you k n ow w hat happens to underag e gir ls at c l ub s don 't you? " 
I did n' twai tf or  an a nsw er. I s tarted wal kin gthe directio n  I 'd indicat edwas the wayout  and a ft era  fewste ps, h eard t h e othe rs fall i nl ine be h ind me. A  q uick  glance over my s h ou l der told me al l sixsh e ep h addec ided I was  t he co r rect on e .O n l y t h e pessimistic  sheep wass tan ding t he re, lookin g aft er us.  Her confid ence , which h ad bee n  so hig h  only s econds  be for e, w a sly ing  a t  he r  f eet ,  re ady to b esh atter ed.M y shee p a nd I  were  only a few l igh ts a w ayfromher b efor ewe he ard he r run  t o catch up to u s. S he neversai da w or d, ne v er gav e a n e xcuse a s to wh y  sh ec h a ng ed her mind. She s im p l ybroughtup the re ar ,  actinghu ffy  and u nhapp y.
E ve ry stepwe too k ,my  phonevi brated ,let tin g mek nowI wasfinallyon th e  right path. I looked around ,  h o p in g  the rewould be mo re t u nnel s wh i ch  wo u ld in terse ct th i s one, or someplace  e lse ap propr iate to hidethe prize. A ll I saw , ho w ev e r, were ventil ation  shafts. S o  many in  fact  that th ey were t o o  numerou s t o c oun t a n d  e ach grate was d ecor at ed andsiz ed diff ere nttha n t he  last. So me had f ac es  o frea listi c  animals ,whi le  ot hersw ere ju st re pres en ta t ion s of an i ma l s  whi ch  m ay o r m ay  nothave bee n alive  at one t ime in t he  w orld'shistory. Othe rs  were of s ha pes  and l i n es so th eoretical and conceptua l  in nat ure  that  you 'd have t hou ght an  ab s tractartist  hadbe eng i ven l e e wa y t ocreate the m .  Th ese a bs trac t grate s were side by sid e  wi th those of u nkn ownp e op le' s  f a ces  c a rve d and created insuch lovin gd et ail that y o u k ne w theymeant s ometh i ng to s omeone. B ut whethe rthos e lov ers of the  unknown  faces we r e ali v eanymo rewas th erea l que stion. I t hough t notor  elsethey' dhave bee n down here worshipingthesefaces , k eeping th ems hin y and cle an i nstead ofdus tyand c obw e bbedcove r ed .
T he on es w h ich weren ' trec o g ni zable werev e r y o rnate  in a gene ralsense with each m a de in a comple tely d iff ere n t sh ap e and size tha n t he o ne befor ethem. Somewere asti n y asmy pur se, an d as pe r f ec t ly cir cula r a s could b e,wh i le othe rs  l o oked t o be  t he siz e of d o ors, r ectangular to th e poi n t  of e x agg erati on . There wasno rhyme o r reason as  to wh y th ey we re thesi ze and  sh ap e they wer e . For som e ofthe lar ge st o nes  werenear t he ce ilin g,  wh ile the m i n us c ul eo nes  nea r the  f loor . If I'db een the
 a_little bit._If we go that_way we'll_end_up under_some_club and you_know what happens_to underage girls at_clubs don't you?"

I_didn't_wait for an answer. I started walking the direction I'd indicated was the way_out_and after_a_few_steps, heard the others fall_in line behind me. A_quick glance_over my shoulder told me all six sheep_had_decided I was_the correct one. Only the pessimistic sheep was standing_there, looking after us. Her confidence,_which had been_so_high_only seconds before, was_lying at her feet, ready to_be shattered.

My sheep and I were_only a few lights away from her_before we heard her run to_catch up to us. She_never said_a word, never gave an_excuse as to_why she_changed her mind._She simply brought up the rear,_acting huffy and_unhappy.

Every step we took, my phone_vibrated,_letting me know_I_was_finally on_the right path._I_looked around,_hoping_there would be more tunnels which_would_intersect this one, or someplace else appropriate_to hide the prize.

All_I_saw, however, were ventilation_shafts. So many in fact_that they were too numerous to_count and_each grate_was decorated and sized different than the last. Some had faces_of realistic animals, while others were_just representations of animals_which may_or_may not have_been_alive at_one time in the world's history. Others_were of_shapes and lines so theoretical and_conceptual in nature that_you'd_have thought an abstract artist had_been given leeway to create them._These abstract grates were side_by_side_with those of unknown people's_faces carved and created in such_loving detail that_you knew they meant something to someone._But_whether those lovers of the unknown_faces_were alive anymore was the real_question._I_thought not or else they'd_have been down here worshiping these_faces, keeping them shiny and clean instead of dusty_and cobwebbed covered.

The_ones which weren't recognizable were_very_ornate_in a general sense with each made in a completely_different shape_and size than_the one before them. Some were as tiny as my_purse, and as perfectly circular as could_be, while others looked to be the size of doors, rectangular_to the point of exaggeration. There was no_rhyme or reason as to why they_were the size and_shape_they were. For some of the largest_ones_were_near_the ceiling, while_the minuscule ones_near the floor._If I'd_been the