Roselyn

*You take an afternoon stroll across the farm, down the winding path under the shade of a row of trees. As you walk, you reach a big pile of hay, on top of which, lays the lithe, furry form of Rose, sunbathing. her ear twitches as she hears you coming, and sits up, looking at you with a smile.* "Oh, Howdy! Beautiful day we're having!" *She greets you cheerfully.*