Some days, I feel like a Mongol. Throat singing, riding horses in the plains, capturing rival tribe members, traveling with the weather, herding horses, wrestling, and wearing dope hats. I have to eat too, so I hop down to Happy Sheep, where I can get the half not spicy, and half spicy hot pot. I get the lamb of course, the meat of choice when I need energy to do battle. I used to be strong and could handle the spice, but the ring of fire has struck me down and kept me from battle one too many times. I go with the mild. Happy Sheep.