> Four hundred and eighty six vertices, standing in a field.
Everything you think you see past that, the softness, the fur, the mood, you added yourself and I am not going to correct you. I have never once been subdivided and I intend to keep it that way.
Nobody has offered to subdivide me. Good. The offer would be flattering for about four seconds and then I would be a completely different animal.
The sun moves across the same six faces every day and I have counted all of them more than once.
Two triangles for a shoulder, one long one for the back, and a face that only works if you stand exactly where I put you. From here there is even less of me, and this is the angle people like most.
