An Epilogue from the Sheep.
Why are you asking me for last words? There are no famous quotations for me to say, no wise words about human life. I am merely a sheep. If you insist for me to tell you something, then I shall. "Once in the vast fields of the countryside, seven purple sheep huddled together for warmth."
That's the beginning of an infamous story passed along by generations of sheep. I myself learned it from my grandmother and have told it to all my fifteen youngsters. Sadly, you will never hear the gist of that story, for I am merely a sheep, and for all intents and purposes I do not speak.
STAI LEGGENDO
Sheepish
Teen FictionThirteen-year-old spoiled Emma finds the wake-up call she needs when she spends her summer holidays in a "sleepy small town", away from all she's ever known, with the sole company of her grandma and a few sheep. Through a journal, she documents her...
