Whatever and wherever you are, it's nice and warm in here, almost too warm - as if beyond the womb you were insulated by a layer of wool or something like it. Weeks pass as the development of your body nears its end, stretching your limbs out into thin legs with split hoof endings. Suddenly, the entire womb contracts and you are squeezed out into the open, immediately feeling a cutting wind. You're still blind and not entirely aware where you are, but you manage to instinctively follow your sense of smell towards a teat and you automatically start sucking on it. It feels so good, the warm liquid flowing into your mouth...as soon as you're done, you drop straight back into unconsciousness.
Some time later, you regain full awareness and notice that at least you can see a bit now. Only in monochrome and your sight is very strangely curved, but at least you can inspect your surroundings now. You see that you're on a grass hill full of sheep, grazing and bleating away. You're in the middle of a flock of sheep, that must make you...a lamb. You look at one of your legs and notice that you indeed have split hooves, and a small body with very small curls already starting to develop. You stand up on your four legs and look at your mother, a huge sheep in comparison with thick strong curls. It has rained recently, so there are puddles of water between the grass to see yourself in. You walk over to one, leaving small hoofprints in the mud behind you. You look into the water, and back at you stares a long white lamb muzzle, decorated by two long ears and the two most expressionless eyes you've ever seen. You try to voice your surprise, but you only manage to produce weak bleating. You need nourishment, so you go back to your mother to suck on her teat while trying to figure out what your destiny will be...