And they said, ‘Nemoy, that’s a bad idea.’ Ha! They can stuff it – moving out from Svartrau and into the mountains was the best decision I’ve ever made. True, I had to sell my house, and this cottage I bought instead is much, much smaller and offers fewer comforts. But now I can live how I want, without any nosy neighbours trying to meddle in my affairs. And I got myself a nice herd of sheep. Learning how to take care of them can’t be that difficult.
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Herding sheep is difficult. And the smell! Can’t get used to it. But at least nobody bothers me out here. And there’s nothing better than settling down after a day of hard work, lighting a pipe, and taking in the view of the valley down there. Magnificent.
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Some of my sheep are missing. Last night I heard weird noises outside, as if something were shuffling about and chittering. I admit I was too afraid to take a look. And in the morning, I counted the herd and indeed – four of them had been taken! Wolves?
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Last night I kept watch. And I saw… something. Some small shapes, walking amidst my sheep. They took a few animals and disappeared. But before they were gone, one of them looked straight at me. I saw large eyes shining in the moonlight. And I think it giggled. Maybe I should leave before those things snatch me as well?
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Sometimes it takes daylight to realise how silly we are to let our fears guide us. I’m not going anywhere – this is my home now. And those are my fucking sheep. I didn’t get used to the smell for nothing! So – next time those little creatures come, I’ll be ready. I’ve got my axe, and I can start a big fire to keep them away. They will rue the day they decided to bother me and mine!