So its been about two years since the boy was at the village to sell any sheep. This morning he at his breakfast and watched the sun rise. But this morning changed from there. The boy rounded about seven sheep all of his best ones. He brought his favorite sheep along just so he could have a friend at the end of the day. As he walked he came across a few small groups of people and sold two sheep for three silver coins. He got to town and set up a spot for him and his five companions. The day was nice with a slight cool breeze and the smell of fresh rain. The day went by and he sold a sheep here and a sheep there. By the end of the day it was just him and his little friend with a black mark. The boy now tired packed up and counted his coins " seven eight nine" nine silver and three bronze coins. As he looked up a girl was standing next to what looked to be her father. The boy stared at her wondering who she is and what she was doing. Before he got the courage to go ask for her name she left. The boy now feeling a little down walked home with his friend and didn't say a word and could only think about that girl which he thought he would never see again.
