John continues to swell as he watches the sheepdog herd the flock back into the pen, sighing as he feels a strange longing to join the dog in his work. Something inside of him makes him feel like his true purpose would be to join that fellow canine companion and corral the farm's sheep into their proper place. "Wait..." he thought. "Fellow Canine? What would make him think such a strange idea?" Before he can think anymore about it, he spots a lone sheep separated from the herd. His rational mind took a sidetrack, as his new instincts knew what he needed to do. He had to help out, and preform the duties that were expected of him.