Lamppost and the boy

A boy lost his path

"Is this torturous magic?" For the shepherd boy who had never stepped in any places like a boulevard. He walks past every street lantern, thinking that stars are trapped inside those iron posts. Sophisticated strangers distinctively have recognized the country boy by his thick dusty sheepskin cloak. An old man sneered. The woman raised her eyebrows, mocking the kid in a subtle manner. You'd get nostalgic memory of playing with soil once you smell him. The rain got sober that it left a gloomy atmosphere and moisture bricks. So who cares if his boots left a muddy mark on each step? Not even one bothered explaining what he was staring at. So for the next time, the heroic silly made a plan of visiting again but will bring a hammer and baskets to rescue the twinkles.