Sand Patterns: Fantasy

The sand pattern had shifted without her knowledge, and that was worrying. She was out on an island in the middle of the Pacific, and the only other life on it--aside from insects and birds, whose tracks were easily recognizable and easy to discount, even should they dare to enter her sand garden, which they *did not*--was her goats and her chickens. Either of those might have messed up the pattern, her chickens because chickens were stupid and her goats because goats were brazen and would dare anything. But they had been locked up in their coops overnight, she had checked earlier and she had checked now. The chicken-wire still held snug over the goat pen (otherwise they'd jump right out), and all her chickens had blinked at her inn bleary-eyed surprise when she'd gone in to check on them unusually early--


Inspiration: Flickr search "Continuum" -> http://www.flickr.com/photos/68534114@N00/93000357/
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Eh.