Behold Sequoia, queen of the hay stacks, and beware.
Baa, Neigh, Moo, and Yawn.
Sparrow comforts her father as he hides out in a handy redwood teepee, "Don't worry Dada. Not everyone is naturally photogenic in a cut out cow face."
Queen Sequoia begins amassing her fall militia, should anyone question her hay stack throne.
Sequoia manages the daily operations of royalty by dictating to her Court Jester/Veggie Scribe who records her wisdom in tuber stamp code, the native language of Haystackistan.