Come here, my lamb
Somewhere far away in the Far North, where two-spirit polar bears enjoy ice-cold baths, there lives an ordinary guy named Gagarin, who is a native Eskimo and a cattleman. So this Gagarin has a little lamb, for what reason - no one knows. The lamb is called Dolly, and she is definitely not so holly.
In the morning the Eskimo wakes her up with the Armstrong’s “Hello, Dolly”.
It seemed that everything was fine until she decides to drop the guy. So Dolly goes to space with a grin upon her face, most probably to some cosmic resort.
It was not until the Eskimo does his morning workout and eats his breakfast that he discovers that Dolly has packed her bags and is now somewhere near Venus.
Gagarin goes after her; he is not terribly happy with the prospect of staying alone in this no man’s land.