A gentle rill splashes through the emerald glade, where slender legs lead upward from the lawn to delicate curved backs. The poised, veneered creatures browse gracefully, sometimes stretching their necks into the dappled sunlight. It somehow doesn't seem remarkable that they don't really have heads: they look like a herd of Superflat deer, paused for a moment before they spring back into the woods. They also look like they've been designed as comfortable, witty chairs--and so they have.