![]() ![]() Supper had been quickly devoured, and now he took a big bite of his sweet cake. With all the new experiences and all the running and yelling, the boy had worked up quite the appetite. Then he had hooted and hollered, mimicking his father as best he could, to make the furry creatures move on. He had run behind his father the whole way, trying not to scare the sheep when they finally found them at the back of one of the farthest fields. He had waited for this day forever, always the one left behind while his brothers took the flocks farther and farther afield. This was the young boy’s first trip to the pasture with his father. ![]() At their feet sat two collies, their eyes closed as they relaxed from their watchdog duties for a moment. Sitting on a nearby stone wall, a shepherd and his four-year-old son kept watch over their flock. In the sky, clouds moved slowly, their unhurried movements mimicking the fluffy white sheep in the field below. LATE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERED ACROSS A WIDE EXPANSE OF THICK GRASS, TURNING THE GREEN BLADES GOLDEN. ![]()
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