# I’m also confused. Why did I wrote this thing?

There was a little lamb, lost in a meadow.

Treading behind it was another lamb, bigger than the first one. It gnaws those little buds of flowers and grasses. Crunching here and there while still following the first one. Not too far from them was another bigger lamb—a sheep, cause it looks bigger you know? It was accompanied by two more sheeps.

*'So how many were there again?'*

*'There are five of them! right?'*

*'So now there are five, how many more can be added to make it called a herd?'*

*'I don't know mom! You didn't tell me anything about that!'*

*'Okay....If you add 45 more sheeps in it, how many are there now?'*

*'Ummm...45 sheeps and 5 sheeps!—wait a second! Isn't the lamb lost? Why is no one looking for it?'*

*'I don't know either honey, the textbook didn't say anything about it AHEM—okay next.'*

The meadow spans wide in an open field of a mountain called sheepland, derived from the word sheep because sheeps are pastured there.

*'That sounds stupid! Who named that??'*

*'I haven't even asked my question yet, let me ask first'*

*'Let me guess! The answer is shitland!'*

*'No it's not, so how many sheeps have you counted so far?'*

*'Ah!... Ummm five!'*

*'Where did the 45 sheeps go then?'*

*'I already finished counting it so I restarted counting to five'*

*'Uhuh so aren't you sleepy now then?'*

*'But she hadn't finished counting yet!'*

*'She? Who's she? Who are you talking to?'*

*'That lady over there!'—*

*— GASP—*

"OH FUCK! THAT'S WHAT I GET WHEN I COUNT SHEEPS TO SLEEP!"

I struggled to catch my breath as I looked around the porch and on the grassland in front, heart still beating fast, looking for the sheeps that I didn't finish counting.

Original title: the logic behind the math for comfortable sleeping

Written by my drowsy self who haven't had any proper sleep lately.