Beyond the Veil of True

Previously

…The familiar scent of damp earth and wool enveloped him, and he found himself back in the village square of Woolly Hollow. The portal winked out of existence, leaving behind only the mundane bleating of his flock. But Bartholomew was no longer just a sheep. He was Bartholomew, the sheep who stood tall, the sheep who had journeyed beyond the veil of true, and the sheep who knew that even the grumpiest badger could be won over with a well-placed, original joke. He adjusted his spectacles, a quiet smile playing on his lips. His adventure was over, but the memories, and the newfound confidence, would stay with him forever.