Guardian: Welcome back to the writer's brain. Hey! What's going on?
Sheep #1: Don't you like it?
Sheep#2: It's a new look for us.
Sheep #3: We were already white, all we needed to do was paint on the maple leaves.
Sheep #1: We think we're stunning.
Sheep #2: We have a future on fashion runways across the world.
Guardian: But why have you done this?
Sheep #3: Hello? Where have you been? It's the Olympics.
Guardian: But this is the writer's brain. We're supposed to be writing. A little self-discipline is called for - there are deadlines to meet and a manuscript to finish.
Sheep #1: During the Olympics? When the whole thing is happening just an hour away? Are you mad?
Sheep #2: Perhaps a vacation is in order.
Sheep #3: You do look a little peaked.
Sheep #1: Get the writer to take you downtown. Feel the crush of the crowds. See the Olympic cauldron. Go listen to some of the bands. Wave a flag. Everyone is smiling. It's electric.
Guardian: You were there?
Sheep #2: We're everywhere.
Guardian: But what about the writing? I can't desert my post.
Sheep #1: You're not deserting your post; you're taking in life. This is a once in a lifetime event, unless the writer enjoys huge success and can follow the Olympics around.
Sheep #2: We wouldn't bet our wool on it.
Sheep #3: Go forth, Guardian! We'll look after things here. The writer will write. Trust her. Just remember one thing.
Guardian: What's that?
Sheep #1: GO
Sheep #2: CANADA
Sheep #3: GO!