Lana

Lana the sheep is as fluffy as a cloud and just as dreamy. She carries her easel and a palette full of colors to the meadow every autumn, sets up in the tall grass and paints everything she sees: golden leaves, blue sky, even the wind.

Her paintings have a bit of wool in them, because she is always brushing against the canvas. On windy days she puts down her brush, grabs a kite and runs across the meadow, laughing, with colorful paint on her hooves and a tail of ribbons flying behind.