"Baaa, baaa, ba-aaa" — many Tokyoites sheepishly making their way from JR Ikebukuro Station to their workplaces or the shops stopped in their tracks when they heard a strange bleating coming from the open-plan plaza basement of Tokyo Metropolitan Theatre by West Gate Park in this seriously nonrural district.
Then, upon searching out the source of those bucolic sounds, a remarkable sight entered their field of vision: Would ewe believe it, but white and black sheep were contentedly grazing just like sources of wool and lamb chops do on farms the world over.
Here, despite occupying an AstroTurflike patch distinctly less expansive than Patagonia's pastures, the amenable ruminants appeared at ease in their simple wooden enclosure where they'd sometimes play together between communicating calmly in baa-language with each other and the visitors who'd flocked to see them.
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