The Teal Gate

In Sheep Metropolis, life bubbled with woolly wonder and harmonious hustle. High above the cottony clouds, the city thrummed a melody of baa's and banter. But on this particular morning, something peculiar tinted the usual harmony with curious whispers. High on Fleece Avenue, a teal gate had sprung up overnight.

Superman, the city's steadfast sentinel, hovered above the street. His keen blue eyes focused on the gate, an odd contrast to the cotton-white buildings.

"Mother Sheep," he called, descending gently from the sky.

Mother Sheep, with her gentleness personified in fluffy white wool, looked up from her lambs. "Superman, what brings you down?"

"This gate... it's unlike anything I've seen," he said, landing with an elegant thud.

Mother Sheep blinked, her eyes wide with curiosity, "We must see what lies beyond. For the sake of the flock."

Superman nodded. "Then let's find out together."

The Gatekeeper

"Step through, but be prepared for anything," Superman said, holding out a hand.

Mother Sheep nodded, brushing her white wool one last time before stepping alongside Superman through the gate. A swirl of teal light engulfed them, and suddenly they were in a place unlike Sheep Metropolis. Baa-add way, vibrant foliage covered the area, and oddly shaped buildings stretched toward the sky.

"Where are we?" Mother Sheep whispered, eyes wide with wonder and trepidation.

"I'm not sure," Superman admitted, scanning their surroundings. "But we need to stay vigilant."

As if on cue, a figure emerged from behind a peculiar sculpture. A sheep-human hybrid, he stood with an air of confidence. His eyes were mismatched, one blue and one green, adding to his peculiar appearance. His wool was a wild array of colors.

"Welcome," the figure said with a gleeful smile. "I am Professor Patch, and you've wandered into my domain."

Superman stepped forward protectively, "What is this place? And what are your intentions?"

"Oh, nothing much," Professor Patch chuckled, "just rewriting history itself."

Mother Sheep gasped, "Why would you do such a thing?"

Professor Patch's eyes twinkled with mischief, "Because, dear one, the past is my playground."