Once she gets a little further along the trail- some pink hair mixed in with grass shoots there, a few clumps of dark orange fur snagged on brush there -she'll find Gobo in among some roots at the edge of the yard, lying spreadeagle and facedown in the dirt. He almost looked unconscious, if not for the anxious ticktickTICKTICKTICK of his tail up above him. And yes, every now and then a few more strands were liberated and floated off in the breeze.